On that Friday evening, Mom and Dad visited their dear friends, Stewart and Phyllis. At Beulah, they are only a stones throw away. Stewart's health had been declining for months and he was resting in his chair under a warm blanket. Dad sat down on the piano bench and started playing. Together, the two of them sang as they have done since they were college students at Bethany. The following morning Stewart had to be taken to the hospital and days later, he went home...to the One he sang, preached and lived for.