My Dad died five years ago today. Though I am a bit sad as I recall his last night, I am grateful for the six months that we had together to bond while I was his primary care-giver. My Mom had passed away, so it was just my Dad and I living together. God had given us both this great grace of growing closer together as a twosome. It is one of those cases where I got an unexpected gift when I went to care for my dying parents. Grace is at work in what seems like the most difficult and trying times.
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