So true!
We each WILL; sooner or later; shuffle off these mortal coils and head to our reward.
While we can still change our destination; we’d better make plans for eternity.
Bless your heart and so glad your eyes were healed. I’m convinced that God gave me the shield of humor and humility to help fight and stop laryngeal cancer from the notorious spread that type normally does eventually killing people. “You took my larynx but left my wife even after I said please. And now I can’t ask again. You bastards!”
It was motivating to make the burnt out and glum medical people crack a smile even as they tortured me. “Hey, Radiation Boy. I asked for Original Recipe but you’ve done me Extra Crispy! I demand a refund.” After my last zapping I left some KFC sporks and dipping sauces on their counter.
God’s grace enabled me to minimize opioids, bypass depression and accelerate healing. May Laz and all we aging patriots be granted a meaningful and relatively satisfying remainder of what time remains to us.
Our nation is in dire need of guiding hands guided by morality and common sense. We’re up against it when the Democrats’ decrepit nominees are jokes unto themselves, mistaken for serious viable choices. “I thought MY jokes were bad...” Hang in there, Elsie. Don’t let ‘em milk you against your will.