Truth Will Out

Someone dear to me always used to say "God's mill grinds slow but grinds to a fine powder". Those who play God will eventually be judged by Him.

Integrity and Courage

My Father always told me "make your word your bond". Dad always did. My Father pulled someone from a burning car. Dad caught a runaway rampaging stallion that had trampled people at a Civil War reenactment.My Father never feared death but loved life and wanted to be there for and with us.

Seymour Goodman Remembered

My Father has passed from this mortal coil. Thank you for your prayers.

The Fading Hours

An endless night or eternal sunshine/ Pain of loss or pleasure of memory/ Fondly remembered and never forgotten

Sort of Rally

After being non-communicative yesterday, by grace, my Dad's faculty of speech returned today. Dad has called out to "love me", "hold me", "baby me" and we will so long as God allows.

At Death's Door

After an arduous ordeal, we are told my Father's life is now measured in hours or at most, days. Please pray for Seymour Goodman and my Mother Sherry.

What Happens Next?

My Father experienced a "desaturation crisis" where his oxygen saturation dropped precipitously and he almost had to be ventilated for a second time. Dad was spared (thanks be to God) and the plan remains for him to be placed in a nursing home as soon as Saturday. We need the aid of the Lord now more than ever.