Well, this Thursday my entire family is flying out to see my Granddaddy one last time and to be with him as he passes. We are not even sure if he'll still be alive when we get there. I had a lady at Kopi~O tell me today if I had enough faith I could command the demon of cancer to come out of him, to which I responded very genteely that I believed God was in control and that his perfect will would be accomplished whether my Granddaddy lives and falls asleep (which for the believer is the beginning of true life).
Ironically, Sweet T is flying into Phoenix this week from Alabama to visit Allison. Strangely ironic.