There is no cancer in heaven

When someone we care about is sick, life stands still. The issues that occupy our daily lives seem less important. Even those things we are passionate about are seen in a new light. It's human nature. It's not that the importance of our daily issues has changed, only our perspective. When the Boston Celtics are in the playoffs I rise and fall with each trip up the court. The last thing I did with my brother in law, Ira, before he died of cancer, was to watch the Celtics in a playoff game, both of us passionate about the outcome. Seems a little silly now. The Celtics won the championship a few weeks later and Ira had the best seat, in heaven. My mother in law, Gloria, is in hospice, it's lymphoma. So typical of her, she is accepting of her situation. When she was diagnosed she told my wife that she would place it in God's hands. In reality, she has lived her life this way. Life's tragedies remind me of what is important, family, friends, time. Silly as it might have been, watching the Celtics with Ira was the perfect thing to do. We shared our time and our love, for the Celtics and each other. Maybe in the grand plan our daily passions don't matter, or maybe, they're all that matter. We love you memere. There is no cancer in heaven.