This is a statement that is constantly shouted by my Uncle Mike when praising God at family prayer meetings. I believe I first heard it expressed by my grandfather after he spoke on moving on to the next life to be with the Lord. He would state how great it'll be to be in heaven, and that those who are still on Earth shouldn't mourn, but rather rejoice. This would be followed with a handful of GLORIES!
Paul deClouet, my grand-pa, passed away this afternoon. His death is not a shock to the family as he has been fighting illness after illness for a while now. He had been in the hospital for some time over the past couple of weeks, and I would often think about him this past week as I passed New Iberia on my way to work in Franklin. I feel fortunate to have been able to visit him this morning. He seemed comfortable and calm. Any attempts to wake him resulted in failure, but he would respond to touch as he seemed to be aggravated by it. Somewhat amusingly. Anyway, all believes he's in a better place.
Glory!





