1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. [Psalm 23]
On Thursday, March 28, 2024, at 10:08 p.m., my father James Edward Kelly passed away. He was born in 1941. He was 83 years, 1 month and 1 day old. He breathed his last here at my home in Charlottesville, Virginia where he had spent the last 4 and a half years with us. He died peacefully, not in any great pain. His health had slipped away from last year. We knew he did not have long, so we had just begun home hospice care with Hospice of the Piedmont.
He told several friends on Tuesday and relatives he would be gone "by Good Friday" or "on Good Friday" or "by Easter." He wasn't being prophetic, just realistic, and perhaps optimistic. He was ready, and professed faith in Jesus Christ since the time he was a young man. While Dad had many unorthodox ideas, and was always interested in all religious traditions, he trusted his salvation to the finished work of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Wednesday morning he couldn't speak at all. We guessed a stroke had taken this last faculty from him. He was still able to wave his arms about and push away the morphine drops, and was trying to talk, making sounds like a baby who doesn't want something, but hadn't the words to say more than, "Ahya ahyaaa ahyya."
Childlike to the end. That was my Dad. He was sometimes petulant and childish, but always "like a little child" in the way that Jesus said we ought to be. This was, it turns out, his greatness and his fault. He was too trusting and didn't always make good judgments. But he was full of wonder at all the creation and creatures God had made, especially animals, but also the stars and the human body. He was ever buying some old book, or microscope, or poster, always learning. He (and Mom too) gave me the love of learning and reading that I have, and from Dad especially, the love of argument, and probably my engineering aptitude.
Thursday evening, I noticed his breathing slowing quite a bit, and went to sit with him. I told him, "There is no more point in fighting, and though I know you're no quitter, it's time you went on to glory. You don't have to hang on for our sake any more, Dad." After one last prayer, I noticed he breathed three or four more times, and then stopped. I don't think he was unconscious, though he seemed unresponsive all that day. I think he heard everything. I felt he was waiting for my goodbye before "crossing over" (as he always called it).
He left behind me, my sister Tracey, his youngest brother Terry, his best friend Ray, and many other friends on Facebook and back in Jacksonville, Florida. His ashes were later interred in the cemetery in Callahan, Florida, in a brand new columbarium. He wanted to be buried in Florida, where he lived all his adult life.
We miss you, Dad. You were quite a character! Please try not to argue with the folks up in Heaven.