Some things just shouldn't be

Good Friday. I doubt Mary, Jesus' mother, found much good in that Friday some 2,000 years ago. No mother, or father for that matter, should have to bury a child. Yet Mary watched Jesus suffer crucifixion, she saw him die and she held his body in her arms after he was taken down from the cross. She saw him sealed in a tomb. No, that was not a good Friday for Mary. ...
The first thing that crossed my mind when I was told I had lung cancer was, "How am I going to tell my mother?" My wife received the news the same time as I did, so I didn't have to tell her. But I was going to have to tell my mother that her son had the same disease that killed her father. I am my mother's youngest child, and I was her most difficult growing up. I guess I still am. I had to tell my mother, of course, that I have lung cancer, and I told her I was going to beat it. I'll be damned if my mother is going to lose her son to the same monster that killed her father. ...