It’s been 5 years. It is today.
January 16, 2003 – My step-dad, Papa Jerry, died of pneumonia. He suffered from colon cancer and his body just didn’t have what it took to fight this invasion of his lungs. In 2000, he was diagnosed and given a death sentence of 6 months to a year. He celebrated life for the next 2 1/2 years. He was only 64. There was nothing between us left unsaid. We spent his last New Years together, quietly, talking about his faith and his peace. For that, I am eternally thankful.
January 16, 2008 – Papa’s great-grandson, Braden, is fighting pneumonia. Sometimes I feel a connection with Papa’s memory, a spiritual presence. Not so often any more, but on occasion, and especially lately. In my prayers, I’ve asked for his help to lift our needs to God, to heal this great-grandson he never knew and to give us greater cause for celebration. From angel’s wings to God’s heart.