Last night I led the funeral of a 61 year old friend who died of pancreatic cancer. Just eight weeks ago he was diagnosed. No warning. There are no screening tests for this kind of illness.
Jerry, in his 61 years, lived the life that many people will live if they hang on till 90. He rode horses, raced motorcycles, played a lot of golf . . . but most importantly, he loved God and he loved his family.
Life is fragile. Live it now.
So true. As my parents get older and they encounter more health issues, I see it pretty clear. Even Kristina, who was invovled in a car accident on the way home from the 1st day of school. Nothing serious but real sore neck and some headaches. Sooo fragile.