My blogging voice has been silent. In part, due to being extremely busy but also in part, due to the sadness that seems to hover. David received word this morning from his mom that his father's condition has rapidly declined and we are leaving within moments for the Quad Cities. It is with deep, deep sadness that we approach what we knew--that outside miraculous intervention--Don's life would succumb to leukemia. With Christmas music playing softly in his hospital room, I'll never forget a conversation between him and me. He was lamenting that he wasn't really in the "Christmas spirit." I told him that I certainly didn't feel like celebrating either, but that just a few days before as I was listening to the song, My Redeemer Lives I heard a still small voice whisper that it is only in death that we can really celebrate life. We wept together. Perhaps, even today, David's sweet dad will arrive safely Home and the his Celebration will begin.