Today. Today, over six months ago, I awoke to the realization that all of the events of the night before, had really happened. I had watched my Dad die. After years of watching his health decline; from him hobbling around in his custom-made boot, to a walker, and, finally, a wheelchair. Taking him from one appointment to another, where every visit was just more bad news. Every phone call and visit with him mattered more, after he was given his death sentence of one to six months-especially when we knew that the six months was highly optimistic. "I've lived a good life," he told me over the phone after we received the news. "I'm not afraid to die." But I was afraid. I was afraid that what I had been taught all my life would not be true when the moment came for my dad to leave this life for the next. What if Jesus didn't really overcome death? What if there is nothing after this life? This Easter weekend is the first time when I can relate to Jesus&#
Keeping Memories