Early this morning I drove a good distance to arrive at a small house in a small town where a grieving family had gathered. The widowed mother of four is not expected to live through this day. I have known the family for over 35 years, watched the kids grow into adults, move away, have families of their own – and now, return to the old home for mom’s departure for the physical presence of her Savior. I was there a few weeks ago, and my friend, younger than me, said she was going to beat this cancer. We talked and laughed our way through memories, and shared, unknown to…