Last week I recommitted myself to regular writing here. I wrote two articles. Pulled one for personal reasons, but I wrote two days in a row. I was back.
Now, I am sitting in SUX – yeah, that’s our airport here in Sioux City, preparing to fly to Palm Beach International Airport.
Dad was an SBC pastor for half a century, a well-known Bible conference speaker, leader on the Foreign Mission Board in the 80s, and he and mom were missionaries to Taiwan in the early 70s.
Dad’s health has been declining and we put him on hospice at Christmas. Mom was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer but elected to try some treatments. Last week after a couple of crises, she joined dad on hospice. Her situation has reached a critical point.
So, I am headed to Ft Pierce for the next week. Maybe I will have time to write down there. There is so much going on. I appreciate William’s faithful writing. I even agree with 86% of what he says.
I was talking to my sister last week. We are unusually blessed. I am 62 (older brother and 2 younger sisters) and we haven’t had, other than grandparents, a death in the family. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Nothing. This is our first experience in family grief.
They are about to make me switch to airplane mode.
Quick quiz: how can they make flying LESS enjoyable? Make you wear a mask the whole time.
