4:31

There is nothing else that we can do, I heard the doctor say.

It was the second of November, a cool autumn day.

I made the appropriate phone calls, giving last chances to say goodbye.

Every minute ticking by faster, knowing soon that she would die.

I felt this strange energy, somewhere between excited and terrified.

It had been such a long journey, so many tears we all had cried.

Emotionally exhausted, and completely wired physically.

Praying that her peace would come, ever so quickly.

The earth angles entered her room, quietly preparing for her descent.

Gently washing her body and taking her off of the vent.

I remember praying to My Father, please don’t make her wait too long.

She had been through enough hell, hadn't she proved that she was strong.

I sat there by her side, holding tightly to her hand.

Trusting in My Fathers word, trying hard to understand.

Anger quickly crept over me, as the minutes slowly passed away.

Dear God I’ve done all you've asked of me, please show her to the stairway.

Suddenly she came to me, not in words, but through her spirt.

The mood isn't quite right, and I need you to set it.

So I quietly picked a song, How Great Thou Art to Thee.

As it began to finish, she quietly began to leave.

Suddenly she returned to me, not quite ready to quit the race

Another song perhaps, I said, Then I played Amazing Grace.

As the last verse played, she took her last breath, and flew bravely towards the Son.

God had designed it out perfectly, bringing her home at 4:31

• My mother died at 4:31 on a Sunday. This is significant because I was born at 4:31 on Sunday.