In May of 2007 my father passed at the age of 86. There is hardly a day goes by that I don't think of him. It has gotten much easier to accept the fact that he is no longer with us and amazingly his death doesn't bother me like it once did. Tonight Granny was sitting in her favorite chair crocheting and watching a Grand Ole Opry special "How Great Thou Art". It was enjoyable to listen to and many of the old Gospel classics reminded me of my childhood and of how much my father enjoyed leading the choir at his church. I sat there listening and remembering and when they played my Dad's favorite song "I'll Fly Away" I realized why his death no longer bothers me. He has "flown away to Jesus".