24 Hours Left
As I was talking with my Louisville kids on Easter, the older grandson, Silas, received a text which he shared. ‘If you knew you had only 24 hours to live, what would you do?’ My [...]
Good Grief
In 1984, my daddy died at age 57. He had received bad blood during surgery for a torn tendon. When he was slow to recover, he went back to the doctor. Blood work was done. The doctor said, [...]