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					<description><![CDATA[We do deserve far far worse than the pain that our transition causes us as we move from this life to the next; however let me point out that there is not always pain.  I don&#039;t know why there is and sometimes there isn&#039;t.  Only God can touch that.  
My grandfather dressed for his work one day to spend his time in the fields as was his custom.  Grams said to him, &quot;If you&#039;ll wait just a minute, I&#039;ll walk with you to the gate.&quot;  He said &quot;OK,&quot; and lay down on the couch.  As she finished combing her hair she heard the air leave his body for the last time.  To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.  Sometimes with pain and sometimes not.  I don&#039;t know why.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We do deserve far far worse than the pain that our transition causes us as we move from this life to the next; however let me point out that there is not always pain.  I don&#8217;t know why there is and sometimes there isn&#8217;t.  Only God can touch that.<br />
My grandfather dressed for his work one day to spend his time in the fields as was his custom.  Grams said to him, &#8220;If you&#8217;ll wait just a minute, I&#8217;ll walk with you to the gate.&#8221;  He said &#8220;OK,&#8221; and lay down on the couch.  As she finished combing her hair she heard the air leave his body for the last time.  To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.  Sometimes with pain and sometimes not.  I don&#8217;t know why.</p>
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