Meaning in Life and Death

This has been a strange day of waiting and praying. My Dad is not expected to live beyond next week, something we've been expecting for a long time. The finality of death never quite hits, though, until it occurs. Then we remember the life and believe that there is more, better, life eternal.

The strange part, aside from the sadness settled in the pit of my stomach, is that my Dad's best friend from childhood, Vernie, is in the hospital with failing lungs and may even precede him in death. My Dad's oldest brother, Roy, is also in the hospital, dying of colon cancer. And so these three men are soon to meet their maker, within days, if not hours of each other.

They've all had the gift of gab and a knack for storytelling, and that is something I will miss. Keep them in your prayers.