The year 2022 started out with the promise of the end of the COVID-19 global pandemic but quickly showed us the doorstep of World War III with the Russian invasion of Ukraine on February 24th. As it comes to a close, I look back at all the events that took place this year. Some predictable, others not, like my diagnosis with stage-IV prostate cancer in July, and the shocking, though not too surprising tragic death of my son, Mitchell, in the Kansas City area only 2 weeks after my diagnosis.
As I write this on Christmas Eve, I can’t help but reflect as I have every subsequent year, on the unexpected loss of my Mother at the Candlelight Services at High Street United Methodist Church 35 years ago this night. The entire life of her grandson, came and went without her ever having known him.
2022 in review
On the threshold of 2023, I’m now appreciating each and every day as if it could be my last. I live day to day, hour to hour, and sometimes minute to minute, and hope that this coming new year finally offers all of us some well-deserving hope and peace!
Hallelujah!
