Everything I do is now followed by the phrase, "and Dad is dying." I'm going to Buffalo, and Dad is dying. We should take a vacation this year, and Dad is dying. Time to make dinner, and Dad is dying.
these six words leapt out from the sermon I heard in church this morning. Thanks Pastor Jodi. (I attend a Baptist church which has two lady ministers on the pastoral team.)We can live with peace and joy no matter...
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DynamicDbytheC says,
I know the feeling, it consumes everything. Hang in there.catsmeow says,
And that is life. Death doesn't care about convenience or timing or any of our other concerns. Sorry you're going through this, mmc.