This reminds me of my mom's husband's father. He past away on Boxing Day a few years back. While he laid in his bed, dying of cancer and other things, he told Bruce (my mom's husband) that he just wanted to make it past Christmas Day for the same reason. He was fought until Boxing Day morning.
My pap passed on December 27, when I was 3. He kept asking my father and mother what day it was because he didn't want to die because of Christmas and have that memory for my family. It's it crazy how God can work in mysetrious ways like that!
















