This is a tough post to write, and the story belongs to others more than me, but I couldn't NOT write about something so significant to our family.
My brother-in-law Scott was diagnosed with stomach cancer in January. We knew it was very serious, but we didn't think our time together was so short. And though due to Covid, his kids had extra time with him, the rest of us were keeping our distance for his safety, so the time seemed even shorter. Scott told us all at a family meeting that he wanted the time to be "sweet, " not "sad."
The times we did share together were indeed very sweet. He was feeling good enough to come over for the Super Bowl and even enjoyed some of the party food like he hadn't in weeks.
Scott had a birthday on May 1st and was in the hospital with some respiratory issues. We were able to gather outside the hospital and sing and pray for him. I didn't know that it would be the last time I would see him smile on this earth.
