My brother Kenny passed away about 2AM Saturday. His service is tomorrow at noon. We took mom down Thursday and I got to spend time with him and mom stayed down and spent time with him on both Thursday and Friday. The three of us brothers spent a couple of hours talking Thursday afternoon, ken would chime in from time to time and it was obvious that his mind was better than his body. That was the first time the three of us were in a room together in the eight years since Ken's wife Carol died. Probably the second time in twenty years, we all lived within 3 hours at most. Why do families allow that to happen?
Add one to the December count, my dad died December 21, 1964, incidentally Ken's 18th birthday. My wife's dad died almost exactly 30 years later on Dec. 20, 1994, Kenny's wife died exactly 10 years after that on Dec. 20, 2004. My grandmother on dad's side died Dec.28 1992, and now Ken on December 8.
Somehow I still enjoy Christmas, it transcends the sadness and in fact shows us the path to heaven Jesus was sent to Create for us.
We are here but short time, eternity is a bit longer.
