In Memory of My Father Bishop T McNeil
March 29th will be a day that I’ll always remember, At midnight , I received a phone call from my father saying he felt sick. Tears started streaming down my face, I call a neighbor to see if my fathers ok but was resigned to the fact that his journey was coming to an end. I remember vividly the conversation we had. He really wanted me to come down for a visit. I tried to keep him on the phone until help arrived but he said his body was cold, and exhausted, I didn't know that his life was leaving his body. He told me he loved me and needed rest. Good night were the last words I heard from him. I went to bed but didn't sleep, worried about my father. A neighbor said he was ok and resting. Falling half asleep, I noticed it was morning and my dad didn't call me. My premonitions were confirmed when a friend said “We are sorry Bishop’s Dead. My father Bishop T Mcneil age 73 “died” When I first heard these words two emotions, overcame me, grief and relief