My father was recently diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic prostate cancer. Since then I have felt a bit like I am walking through a fog. Amidst the struggle, however, my Dad is ever the optimist. When I asked him how he was feeling, he responded in his typical “Mr. Rogers-esque” way and said, “Well, Sharon, I thought I had died 25 years ago when I had the stroke. Every day since then has been a bonus.”
May we all have the grace, strength and wisdom to greet every day as a bonus – a sacred opportunity to celebrate one more day with those we love.