***What made it particularly poignant was that they said that when the President opened his eyes for the last time, they were clear, not clouded. (which was one of the hardest things for Nancy toward the end.) And Michael said, How wonderful that the last thing he saw here, was your wonderful smile, Mom, right before he got to see the face of God.**
OK, that did it--NOW I'm going to cry . . .
That's it.....I'm officially "done."
I, too, recall a similar incident with my father-in-law. It was about 5 or 10 minutes before he took his final breath after suffering years from Alzheimers. We were all surrounding his bed, and his grandson arrived and said "Hi, Grandpa. It's ****** (his name)." We had all been softly talking to him, but on hearing that, my father-in-law, who hadn't had any kind of an expression on his face in about a year, suddenly got the widest, happiest grin on his face and held it for a few seconds. A few minutes later, he was gone. Perhaps that smile was for his grandson, or perhaps it was because, although he hadn't had the intellect or capacity to actively reach out and hold on to the Lord's hand for years, he was so happy to see that the Lord had held on to his anyway all that time.