An Example of Dying Well: My Dad’s Final Gift to Me

In the morning on Tuesday, March 19, 2019, after a relatively uneventful night in my dads hospital room in the palliative unit, I heard his breathing sharply slow. I hurried over to his bedside and gently caressed his head, watching intently. His inhales and exhales were irregular and drawn out. Inhale. Long pause. Exhale. Another long pause. Inhale. Even longer pause. Exhale.

Is this the end? I asked him. Is Jesus coming for you?  A small tear glistened from the corner of his eye. Here we...