My son Jack. Has a reason. A desire. To live for at least
one more week. So that he can watch the Super Bowl. On TV. For one last time.
Jack has been sent home. From the
hospital. To die. It’s just a matter of time. Jack has lung cancer. And it’s spread to
other parts of his weakened and frail body. He can barely speak. He whispers.
He’s off medications. Except for pain. I’m impressed. By the way Jack is dying.
He’s still focused. On life. The stuff he enjoys. Football. The Super Bowl. To
Jack. Nothing is trivial. Everything is meaningful. During his waning days in
the physical world. Jack seems happy and contented. I tell him he ain’t really
dying. He’s about to transition. To the spiritual realm. Believe it, believe it, dear
Jack. It’ll even be better and more exciting than the Super Bowl. --Jim Broede
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