our home's with God

My dear Grandpa Murray died last night. 

I cried sweet happy-sad tears when I found out this morning. 
He is no longer suffering.  But he is missed here on earth.

In the August Ensign of this year, there was a hymn "Come Home."

Come home, the Father calls.
Come home, my child, to me.

Come home.
 

The Holy Ghost will lead you to eternity.

Lest we forget our home’s with God,
This lovely earth, its seas, its sky
And all things beautiful and true
of Heav’nly Father testify.

As I feel the special spirit of General Conference today, I 

feel those happy-sad tears again.

My grandpa is home.