When We Think Deeply and With Our Hearts

My good friend's dad passed away on Sunday.  He was 88 years old.  He'd been deteriorating over the past couple of years.  He's literally been near death just two months ago  --  in fact, my friend did not expect that his dad would make it to Christmas.  Every day for the past two months has been a gift.  Sometimes the gift was difficult, and sometimes it was joyful.  My friend is blessed that his dad remained mentally strong through all of this, even when physically he was very weak.

My friend is sad.  It doesn't matter how prepared you think you are.  It doesn't matter if you've prayed for the suffering to end.  It's still your dad.

One of those times when I wish I could fix it for someone else...