I was with my dad on the day he died. I was holding his hand, praying with him when he breathed his last breath. In his last hours, he wasn’t worried about how much money he saved, if his favorite teams won or lost, or what was happening politically. He was happy to have family with him. This was what was important to him. Nothing else mattered. Family and love are at the top of list of what’s important.
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A wholesome feeling….
Hi Terveen, When troubles start troubling us, it’s nice to have family and good friends nearby who offer support and encouragement. With the right people around us, we can usually get through anything. Shine on. Ray