Saint Called to Heaven

My wife's Uncle Roger passed away a couple of hours ago. His health had been deteriorating gradually for the last couple of years, and the deterioration had accelerated this past summer. He had already been in hospice once already, but recovered enough so that he could move into a group home. But last week he suffered a stroke and ended up back in hospice.

While it is never an easy thing for the family, at least there is some satisfaction that he did have a full life, and is no longer suffering.

His room at the hospice had a large window by his bed. There was a bird feeder outside and you could watch the birds. His wife and daughter were there when he passed. They say that as he breathed his last breath, a bird hit the window, then flew off.

Roger is at peace now. No doubt he's playing cards with his twin brother.