My youngest son recently called to tell me of a death in the family—someone I had known quite well but hadn’t seen for many years. He was 75 years old, rode his bike every day, lifted weights, and ran up the stairs to keep fit. He had a little farm with a pony and all sorts of animals. He was active in church, and he was a precious grandpa, father and husband. His wife especially needed his daily care.
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