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● Zech 1:5 . .Where are your forefathers now? And the prophets, do they
live forever?
My own father is gone, and the great preacher Billy Graham; he's gone too.
My favorite rock and roll guitar player during the years I was a teen-ager
was Chuck Berry. He's gone. When I was a sophomore in high school, me
and a buddy went to see "The Blob" starring a rather unknown actor at the
time named Steve McQueen. He's gone. My eldest brother entered the
Catholic priesthood and anon became a Friar. He's gone. My bestest friend
ever, whom I'd known since the 2nd grade in elementary school, is gone
too; shot to death by law enforcement at only 37 years old.
There's hardly a month goes by without someone passing away that at one
time was very important to me; a constant reminder that nobody lives
forever and neither will I. At my current age of 79, and diagnosed with
esophageal cancer, I'll be passing away not too long from now. Most of my
life has already been lived and I'm in the home stretch; heading for the exit.
When I was a youngster, life's horizon seemed forever far away; but now,
looking at my dilapidated body, it seems I'm walking on the horizon's edge.
A walk thru the valley of the shadow of death isn't cheap. I've had both
knees replaced so I could keep walking without crutches and both eyes have
undergone cataract surgery so I could continue to see clearly. I take pills for
my thyroid, my prostate and my kidneys, and for blood pressure,
cholesterol, and acid reflux. A friend on the waterfront once described
yachts as a hole in the water where you throw money. Old age is quite a bit
like that. (And that's not even mentioning the expense of radiation , CT
scans, PT scans, and chemo)
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