We have Sad

A few years ago when Thomas Bickle’s brain cancer was deemed to be terminal – and he was only two –  his mother, who had taught English to Spanish-speaking kids, referred to their use of an adjective as a noun. One of her posts was about having Sad at their house.

This morning I received an email from my cousin, whose brother’s younger son has a rare cancer of the liver. He just turned 37. It was discovered last year, a month or so before his 36th birthday. It has been a long fight. I am going to eliminate the names for privacy, but am sharing the message:

Dear Ones…
Your prayers have given P and K over a year of blessings together since he was diagnosed with liver cancer.  This week his doctor told him that chemo was doing more harm than good.  His physical fight is nearing an end.
Now, join in prayer that his spiritual surrender to the loving arms of his Savior will be complete, and that perfect care will usher him with ease into heaven.
Join in prayer that P’s wife, K; my brother B his wife D, their son, C, will know God’s gentle wiping away of tears and reminders of a celebration of P’s life that bring great joy and laughter.
For me he will always be that little nephew with the gorgeous brown wavy hair that laughed with glee!
Loving our Shepherd
L