Having recently written about Melody’s pregnancy — and our first grandchild — it’s ironic that I must now write about death. But such is life.
This week, my father-in-law, Leon, passed away from Alzheimer’s. He was 68 years old, just three years out of retirement. The disease struck him hard,Â quickly stripping him of memory and physical ability.Â Leon loved his wife, his grandkids and the earth. Yet none of these could halt the dreaded illness.
So this coming Monday, December 4th, we shall gather with friends and family toÂ laugh, to grieve,Â to extract meaning from memory, and to reflect upon our own mortality. “For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone” (Romans 14:7 NIV). This was true about Leon, as it is true about us.Â
As such, he has not left us alone. Leon Morris has left me with my wonderful mother-in-law, my beautiful wife, four terrific children, and a bright, hopefulÂ future. And next month, Lord willing, he will have left us with hisÂ first great-grandchild.
Into Your hands, O Lord, do I commit his spirit. . .Â