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| Roy Oshiro Family, 2013 |
God orchestrated everything perfectly. Our church had a retreat scheduled from the next day, so I was packed and had cash on hand, was ready to travel. Plus, the physician had notified Joyce the week previous that things might get precarious, so she had notified Janice and me, and we had checked flight schedules (and Janice had procured necessary passport and papers, etc). It was almost comical how easy it was for us to move--and it was 4 a.m. when Joyce's final call came: "Come NOW". Janice's plane came through Tokyo, which I got on, and when it got into the airport in Okinawa, the present pastor in our church picked us up and took us straight to the hospital. Daddy was wearing an oxygen mask and asleep, but alive. Other Okinawan believers had encouraged him to hang on until his other daughters came--Joyce is there caring for my parents. The next day, Daddy was awake when Janice and I saw him, and for the last half hour, he was fully conscious and completely free of discomfort as we talked to him.
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| Saying Goodbye |
Then he seemed to close his eyes and go back to sleep. Daddy was wheeled into the next room where we sang "He Leadeth Me" and the doctor came and confirmed Daddy's "sleep" was sleep indeed: eternal sleep, the other side of the veil. I hope when I go, it will be that smooth. Three years ago, when we thought we'd lose Daddy and he lost so much blood, he suffered so. This time, there was no suffering whatsoever. At least, if there was any, he didn't let us in on any of it.
