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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Gifts (11/13/08)

TITLE: The Greatest Gift
By Scott Spielman
11/15/08


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The telephone rang early that morning about thirteen years ago. I felt a little annoyed. It was Christmas morning. Our little house was bustling with good feelings. Our daughter and her husband were here for Christmas morning. We were all rather cheery and happy. They had recently found out they were expecting our first grandchild. Notice, it isnít theirs, itís ours.
We had had a reasonably prosperous year for all of us and ,after opening some very nice presents, we getting ready to prepare a great Christmas feast. We were all in a very good mood. Christmas is good. Amen.
In spite of all that, I was planning to take a solo trip to Wisconsin the next day to make a final visit to se my dad. He had been sick for some months now with esophageal cancer which had now spread. He did not have much time left. It was about an eight hundred mile trip from our central Maryland home and I had not seen him since he had taken ill. But I was happy to be able to see him one more time and hug his neck and show him how much he meant to me.
He had not been treated for the cancer, by his choice. The best treatment would have been to remove the cancer surgically which meant he would be unable to eat anymore. He couldnít see the point in that. What was the point in living without enjoyment. He had survived several heart attacks and multiple bypass surgery. He rebounded from those and even scored a hole-in-one during a golf tournament in his seventies. He was a survivor. He was tough.
It was my youngest brother on the telephone. Dad had just past away. My brother had been sitting next to his bedside. Dad had slept, or at least had not opened his eyes much, all night. It was an overcast morning. The curtains to his room had been opened to let in much light in as possible. As my brother tells the story, dad opened his eyes and looked at my brother and then toward the window. Just then a ray of light came in and covered him. Dad smiled into the light and drew his final breath. On Christmas morning Light of the World took dad from his earthly home to his heavenly home.
Just last year mom, who had been suffering from Alzheimerís passed away a week before Christmas. She had been residing a the Lutheran home for many years and did not recognize any of us anymore.
Wouldnít it be nice if somehow dad had somehow managed to give mom the same Christmas gift that Jesus had given him so many years earlier and in time that they could enjoy it together.
Merry Christmas dad and mom.


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Joanne Sher 11/23/08
Christmas must be a hard time for you, with memories like that. Thank you for sharing your story.