If I could slow the pace of just one thing, it would be the progression of cancer in my sister’s body. I would bring it to a complete halt.
I would give her time to see her son graduate from college, get married and establish a family.
I would give her time to see her daughter’s two boys – both under the age of five – grow, graduate and marry.
I would give her time to build that dream home on her up north property and enjoy a well-deserved retirement with her husband.
I would give myself the gift of her award-winning smile around my Thanksgiving table for many years to come.
And the sensory delights of many more Christmases at her house. Her house with its perfectly decked halls, amazingly beautiful mantel, cheerful welcome and the aromas of heaven wafting from her kitchen.
If I could, she would die an old woman, full of years.
Perhaps my prayers can.