It's the Easter season again. And though I remember a great friend I had lost to cancer many many years ago at this time of the year, I know that to live life is to move on and make the best of each opportunity.
It's the Easter season again and at church we sing of resurrection and new life - and I will raise you up on the last day. I think of Mom, gone six years ago. It seemed only like yesterday. I look at Dad and I think he misses her more than he says.
It's the Easter season again and late in the evening as I prepare to turn in, Dad walks in and says he's experiencing chest pains. We rush him to the emergency room. I flip through his wallet and finds that he still has Mom's photo in there. I think he is counting his days.
And I worry a little that he may be giving up.
After the sun the rain. After the rain the sun.
It's beginning to make sense to me now.
We will overcome each challenge in life.
It's the Easter season again and at church we sing of resurrection and new life - and I will raise you up on the last day. I think of Mom, gone six years ago. It seemed only like yesterday. I look at Dad and I think he misses her more than he says.
It's the Easter season again and late in the evening as I prepare to turn in, Dad walks in and says he's experiencing chest pains. We rush him to the emergency room. I flip through his wallet and finds that he still has Mom's photo in there. I think he is counting his days.
And I worry a little that he may be giving up.
It's beginning to make sense to me now.
We will overcome each challenge in life.
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