I have a dear friend and mentor who battled Leukemia & Lymphoma for the better part of a decade. He did it with grace and kindness at every turn and bump.
I asked him one night if “today" had been a “good day or a bad day?” He gently replied, “Oh…they’re ALL good days.” Then with his tender smile and slight wink he added, “...some are a little harder than others.”
Today is five years since he died. I miss him all the time. All the time. I look forward to telling him about all my “good days” when we meet again.
I totally believe in the Resurrection.