It is amazing that in my fathers final few months or weeks or what ever he has left old friends are coming from all over to say final good byes. This weekend my dad's best friend from high school is up from Phoenix. In a few weeks a friend is coming out from the east coast. My uncle has been here once every 7-10 days. My dad's friends from Montana
Have come down. People from old wards and old neighbors are stopping by.
My dad hasn't always been the most religious guy. But he is always rooted for the underdog. He has given time and money to so many people that I will probably not know all of them. He is a good guy who worked hard. Who in his final days has people coming to say good bye all because of a life well lived.
The longer I live the more I realize our ticket to heaven isn't how many Sundays we appeared in church or if we had a drink of coffee in occasion. It is how we treat others. People may argue and disagree but that is okay.
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