On Nov 28, 1995, we lost our Dad after a dreadful battle with cancer. He was a faithful Christian, a man of prayer, a loving father that loved the Lord. Words could not express the sadness our family felt facing the Christmas season without him. It was during this time that my older sister, Ann, who suffered with kidney disease, was waiting for a kidney transplant. Even as my Dad was suffering and fighting his own battle, he continually prayed for Ann and reassured her that God had the perfect plan. I am convinced that as soon as my Dad entered into his heavenly home he must have had a heart to heart talk with the Lord. On Christmas Eve, Dec 24, 1995, my sister received the best gift.