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James, circumstances since you posted have precluded my being able to do little more than swing by here occasionally for a quick look . I read your post last week and have thought about you since. Now as we wrap up here and prepare to head back west in the morning I want to say personally to you, “same song, different verse.” Already this year we’ve buried three of the finest friends anyone could ever have. Now a sister. And this morning my deer hunting partner is being taken out of state for a final desperate effort to turn around his advanced cancer while back east my best fly fishing pal is nearing death from the very same cancer. Yesterday was spent with my wife’s oldest sister who we know may not know us next time we’re together and first priority today, our last day here, is a long sit at the nursing home. Honestly, we could just despair.
I’m glad your son is well and close. What a gift. I will not forget you as you keep vigil at your father’s bedside. I said to the grieving adult children at the graveside here that loss like this during the holidays is always extra heavy but that I have already found solace in this: standing up between the death of their mother and her burial was the first day of Advent, the Sunday of Hope. I hope it can always be just that for them and for you.
