It is never easy to lose those we love. I have been through it with my birth mother in 1979 when I was an eleven-year-old boy, and I have been through it with my father in 1997 when I was a thirty-year-old man, and it is never never never easy.
Our next-door neighbor lost one of her three sons this week. He had recently gone in to have a blockage removed. He struggled with his oxygen levels for a couple days, but he wanted to come home. The doctors chose to honor his wishes. Two days later, he was with His Savior. We and many others offer not only our sympathy gifts in the form of flowers and donations to his church, but most importantly, we offer our prayers for his surviving mother, brothers and sister. They are great folks who love the Lord.