This weekend, we learned of the passing of one of our church family. He'd been battling cancer for a while, but kept on going - good days and bad, he fought on. We'd seen him at church on Wednesday night, and he was laughing and talking to folks as usual. Some men saw him at the jail working with the ministry there on Friday night. No clue of what was coming...
On Saturday, he began feeling bad, and it worsened until his family decided to take him to San Antonio to the hospital. He died in the car on the way.
Alive - working, worshipping, loving the family, fighting the cancer.
Dead - so sudden, so "unexpected", so final.
Although we knew it would happen eventually, we were taken aback by it's arrival; people around me were shell-shocked and saddened. Someone actually said, "He wasn't supposed to die; he was going to beat it."
So, on Thursday, we will gather in the auditorium where we always saw him to honor his life and support his family.
Alive. Dead. Too soon....
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