Perry Noble has a very sobering post on his blog, here is an excerpt:
I had no idea that night when I went to bed that my mother had just spent her last Christmas with me. I imagined there would be more, lots more—with food and gifts and her laughter. But in July of that next year she was diagnosed with cancer…and she went on to be with Jesus in November at the age of 49.
The next Christmas was silent for me—I did receive gifts and we had a tree…but the joy was gone. I distinctly remember thinking, “If I had only known last Christmas was going to be her last I would have spent WAY more time with her.” I had made the mistake of thinking, “Everyone will be here next year.” But they weren’t…which leads me to…
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