My Dad

I watched my dad take his last breath; he died October 25, at 8:46 p.m. Dad died like he lived, in the presence of God, surrounded by his family. God and family were foremost in his life. We gathered around him, prayed, and told him what a wonderful man he had been to us, his …

A Defeated Foe

Exiting the 9/11 Museum in New York City last week, my wife, daughter, and I didn’t say much. The museum, dramatically commemorating the events of the fateful day when terrorists took 2,997 lives, had a sobering effect on us. We lingered outside, traipsing along with the solemnity of people who have just left a funeral. …