While I'm Thinking About It

I have a picture of a sculpture. The image is of an old woman standing on one side of a door that is clearly representative of death. On the other side of the same door she is running toward Jesus, arms open and a big smile on her face. I love the picture. It captures the essence of graduation into eternity! In 2004 I got a "whiff" of my own mortality. Cancer was found, and removed from my "innards." When I asked my surgeon and oncologist about how long it would be until I would be considered cancer free, they both replied without hesitation, "never." There is something about coming face-to-face with your own mortality that puts a man on his heels. My princess was crushed, concerned about being alone (even though our sons would never allow that). Her reality was/is somewhat different from mine. Her concern was being alone, having to move, what about income (even though she is a teacher), what will it be like to care for a dying man, etc. My battle was with my body and my ego. Twelve years later we have both t