Honestly, today was not an easy day, mostly because of a topic that kept reoccurring: end-of-life decisions. It’s not something I’ve completely figured out for myself (or at least made into an official document), but it is something I’ve discussed in regards to my parents’ wishes, which is a scary thought for me. It however got me thinking also about my grandfathers, both of whom passed away during my years in seminary. My parents, if not the sole decision maker, were at least a part of the process of letting their respective father go. In the discussions on this topic today, one of the biggest points was helping those making the decision for another make the decision based on the recipient’s wishes and not their own. In thinking about that, I feel an even greater level of respect for my parents in that they were able to respect their father’s wishes and not be selfish about it. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that, someday, when that decision befalls me to call the shots for whomever, I will be able to be as strong, selfless, and humble as they were. I apologize for what seems like a darker post than usual, especially in this season of joy, but in closing, I’ll leave you with this thought: the greatest act of love is letting that person go. Anyway, until next time, may God bless you in all you do.