It Must Be Friday
We are going to have dinner with my mother-in-law and step father-in-law tonight. The stated purpose of the visit is to say goodbye before they fly off for the annual winter in Tucson. In reality however, Vince who is just a few weeks shy of 85 was given only four months to live over a year and a half ago. He defied all odds but now he is really failing.
So we are not going to say goodbye until Christmas we are going to say goodbye forever. I hate that. I am however, scared not to pretend that its just goodbye for now. I am really not good with this kind of thing. All I can really do is just keep praying for God's will and keep turning my own will over. I hate that too.