Day 1194

Our Harmonica Man headed Home this morning. His faith was strong and he knew where he was headed. When we would visit, he would point to a chair in his bedroom and say, “I sometimes think God sits right there and listens to my prayers. I even have conversations with Him.” I would often bring him my prayer requests because it did seem like he had a very direct line.

His stories were legendary…WWII, helping Charles Lindbergh fix his plane, playing music with Boxcar Willie and SO many more. I never tired sitting next to him and listening about his life. Of course, there was always a harmonica concert thrown in for good measure.

Today, Gus and I had the distinct honor of sitting with the family while they waited for the eventual parting. I was able to touch his precious face and tell him how much I loved him as the memories flowed through my heart. Eventually, it was time, and Walker’s beautiful Dignity Quilt was placed over him. He was rolled into the hallway where the large gathering of family, staff and friends had an opportunity to share a story. It ended with a recording of “You Are My Sunshine” (the song he loved)…I lost it at that point.

We slowly walked alongside as he was escorted through the halls and I thought back to what I had shared a moment earlier. Through tears, I said something like this…

“Every one of my Goldens loved Don…really loved him. That, to me, indicates the kind of man he was. Dogs have a way of identifying kindness, goodness and love. Don was all that and more. They would all rest on his feet with complete trust and adoration. We will miss him so very much.”

I told the family that I am certain Lilly was there to greet him as he walked through those Pearly Gates with a joyful bark and a wagging tail. She loved him so very much.

What a privilege to call this man “Friend.”