Today is one of those days where my mind won't rest. Today is the 47th Anniversary on my youngest son's death. It's so hard. His name was Rally. 2020 was bad too. He was 45. Please pray for me. He would have been 50 just a week and a half ago.

My only brother died in 1967 from the effects of agent orange while serving in Vietnam. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him. But I know he is in a place where he is at peace, free from pain and in the divine presence of our Savior Jesus Christ. I will be there with him when my race on earth is done. He is saving a place for me at his mansion. Be at peace and know that God has a plan for you. You will be in my prayers.