Sunday, February 12, 2012

Lamar, this is a wonderfully sweet story. God bless you and God bless your nephew's family and God bless your nephew on his journey. To respond briefly to your comments and I hope the other ten chaps weigh in. Because I live in a very secular environment and hang out with a nefarious bunch of "route step ne'the wells" often, I find myself constantly defending the faith. Scenes like you are sharing would be totally foreign to most of these guys. In fact, we recently had a guy (Amdy) to die who claimed to be an atheist. And, Andy went peacefully. So, I'm not sure there's a real formula to dying. What I can assuredly say is that heaven in particular is a comfort to people regardless of their faith or lack thereof. Andy, my atheist buddy who recently died said to me once. "I know I'm an atheist but in a strange way, I think that I'll see Kathy (his wife who had died a few years earlier) one day. Comfort. God bless and thanks for sharing. 


On Feb 11, 2012, at 3:59 PM, "Lamar Hunt" wrote:

My Nephew,  Larry Kilgore died this afternoon at about 2:30 PM in Moffitt Cancer Center in Tampa, Florida.  I was holding his hand when he died and we were gathered around his bed singing, “Peace, Peace, Wonderful Peace.”   His was a “peaceful” death, as described by the nurses.  He had been at the Center since September, had received a stem cell transplant, and had been declared in remission.  However, one’s immunity system suffers severely through the process.  He died of an acute infection (sepsis, I think) in his intestines.  His four children are gathering today, one daughter arrived before he died and another as he was dying.  The two sons were expected in Tampa International around 6 PM.  Please pray for his family, especially his wife, Lynn and his mother, my sister, Betty, and his four children Christie, Marcie, Scott, and Ray.
As we gathered at his bedside, singing hymns, and telling him we loved him, I wondered how people who don’t have this precious faith assurance can stand to watch a loved one die.  What a wonderful thing, this faith in Jesus.  After he was pronounced dead we all sang, or tried to, “When We All Get to Heaven.”  There was joy amidst the profound sadness of our losing him.  Several of the nurses remarked how glad they were to see the family praying and singing (