Thursday, September 8, 2011
Readers are Leaders
Among the other things I have done in the past two days, I said the Rosary for my uncle. My Uncle Richard died last Saturday of cancer. He had been ill for many years, surviving bouts of cancer. First he had lymphoma, then prostrate cancer and now it was in his bones. Not much you can do when it gets in there. Ironically, the doctors gave him a 48 hour window to live in August. He hung on for two weeks. It is always a great sadness when someone dies and it is for Uncle Richard. On the other hand, he had many more years than he thought he would have and his suffering is over. Not very comforting to my Aunt or my cousins, but true. Only we are left behind to suffer and grieve. Tomorrow is the funeral. Go tell someone you love them.