Every now and then I hear a story that touches me. Dan, my husband, had an old friend in town from Wisconsin. I knew his friend’s father was home under Hospice care. I remembered the last report I heard was that the father was supposed to have passed on a while ago.
When my husband returned home from a visit with his friend, I asked about the father.
“Cake and ice cream,” Dan said.
“What?” I asked.
“He told me they’d had a year of cake and ice cream—both literally and figuratively.”
Dan explained to me that his friend said it was the best year his family ever had. He told Dan that his father was home under Hospice care and was not in pain. Because the family expected the father to die soon, they all made an extra effort to get together for birthdays and anniversaries. They celebrated everything. They celebrated every extra day they got with their father. Every extra day felt like a gift, and everyone made an effort to cherish being part of that family.
Cake and ice cream.
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