On April 2nd. my father-in-law (age 88) fell from a step ladder and hit his head on concrete. He was in the ICU for a week and died last night. I was at the foot of his bead and saw his last breath. It was a blessing. His injuries were beyond medical help. He died doing what he enjoyed, against his wife's orders. We all do those things some times.
His name was David. When you rest your head tonight, share a thought with him.
