Can we, should we, plan our death the way we plan our vacations?

sanibel island
sanibel island, our favorite vacation spot - breakfast outside with a view

Can we, should we, plan our death the way we plan our vacations? At first glance, most of us will gasp at the notion. Why? Because no one has made this radical idea mainstream. We hold baby showers and get the baby’s room pre-set, etc.

What’s so different about death?

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Grammy waited for Cheryl to come home before she could die

heaven
where is heaven?

Grammy knew we were coming home for Cort’s wedding on September 30, 1989. Years earlier, she met Cort, cooked for him, and watched him give a toast – as our best man – on June 25, 1983.

Grammy never moved out of this house where she raised seven girls and one boy, while running a one-room grocery in the front room of the row home. Neither did Cheryl’s Mom, who to this day still lives in the house she was born in 89 years ago.

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She died in my arms

Grammy
one grand daughter and two great grandsons, among Grammy's many fine accomplishments

Grammy was going to be 94, but never made it. Yet I must say, she was one of the most amazing humans I ever got to know personally. She was physically active and abundantly prayerful until her very last breath. She was always surrounded by people she loved and who loved her. She never had an ill word about anyone. She lived with her infirmities and never complained. She choose me to get her wings started.

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Gonna be 54

angels
an angle getting his wings?

In 1989, Cheryl and I went back to Pennsylvania (from our home in Orlando) so I could be an attendant in our best man’s wedding. We stayed with Cheryl’s parents because it was closer, and especially to see Grammy, who at 93, wasn’t doing so well.

Grammy never went upstairs to her bedroom (she lived with my in-laws) the week we were there. I had never observed this before. At one point, I was asked to help move Grammy up from her chair. She passed away in my arms almost instantly…. (to be continued)

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Dear God, thank you for the privilege of a 53rd birthday

sanibel sunset
just another day in paradise

Everyday it’s the same. The sun comes up, and the sun goes down. Been that way for about 4.5 billion years. Billion! Incomprehensible.

Also incomprehensible is the gift of another birthday. We assume the sun will rise, and we assume we’ll live to see another year. One is guaranteed. The other, not so much.

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