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'Sing for the night is o'er!' (VIDEO)

We said goodbye yesterday to a true woman of God, a Proverbs 31 type woman. Back on Armed Forces Day, a brother I affectionately referred to as ‘Dad’ because in a way, he has adopted me as one of his sons got his High School diploma some 65 years late. Last Saturday, his wife of 64 years went on to be with the Lord.

Harry and Dottie Rood, or as we liked to call them, "Mom and Dad".
Ray Dymun

These octogenarians lived with the expectation of meeting Jesus; they knew their times were short on earth, but everyone always thought it would be dad who would go first. He was worried that his wife, partner,and soulmate; Miss Dottie would be left alone by herself.

Mom, as my wife and I called her, would cook dinner and invite us over and when she had prepared something delicious in an even more profound way, any question about how to make it was answered in the same way, “ I don’t know, I just put stuff in until it tasted like I thought it should.” You see, mom was legally blind. In fact, the two of them were the perfect complement; he was hard of hearing and she was legally blind. He worked in the construction trade and could build and arrange things, and she had the memory.

Mom would sing the specials at the church on a regular basis; her favorites became our favorites. She had a wonderful contralto voice. After she suffered a stroke a few years back, she seemed to lose some of her pitch, and did not sing as often. One of the songs she sang, The Holy City was one of my biological father’s favorites and is a song not heard much anymore, but she sang it with a passion that would bring tears. The last verse went like this:

And once again the scene was chang'd;
New earth there seemed to be;
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea;
The light of God was on its streets,
The gates were open wide,
And all who would might enter,
And no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night,
Or sun to shine by day;
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing for the night is o'er!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna for evermore!

Mom is singing now in her incorruptible voice; you see, the night is over for her.

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