We just learned that my dad has lung cancer. My brother, sisters, and mom sat in a hospital awaiting test results. Between the tears, we were able to laugh about how much has happened over the years. My dad is so funny, he gave us his final wishes: A bottle of black Tennessee Whiskey, a camping ground, and one more cast of line along a river while he finishes his bottle of whiskey. He also wants to watch the Colts game on Sunday. It is the simple things in life that really matter. It is the Sunday afternoon with all the family eating lunch and sharing memories that can never be replaced. Time is the gift. Possessions can be replaced, but the one moment in time shared between loved ones is what can never be replaced.

Then you sit around a table remembering those moments. His birthday was today, the 6th, and he is optimistic about his condition. We all want to think he will be here for a few more years. Time becomes so precious. Why is that? How do you say goodbye to a parent? How do you prepare for the inevitable? There are no guarantees in life. When your number is up then it is up, but death just sucks. I know where my dad is going and we will all see him again, but watching my mom hurting is difficult. I was estranged from my family for a long time and I missed so much. If my dad would have had this condition and I was not there I would have felt such tremendous regret. I have had the opportunity to rebuild relationships with my family.

I appreciate those times. We laugh, reminisce, and celebrate family. What more could I ask for except prayers for my dad. He has been a pillar in our lives. What do you do when the pillar is gone?