What Is Heaven Like?

Just Barely Out of Reach

My father is dying of cancer. It’s in his eyes that no longer quite reach me. It’s in the way he searches my face for signs of recognition. Who am I again? It’s in the way his mind pokes in and out of today’s world, seeking something just barely out of reach. It’s in the sheepish, toothless, grin he flashes …

Charrise McCroreyJust Barely Out of Reach