“If there’s anything you really want to do, write it down, save your money, and go do it; because just yesterday, I was a teenager!” These are the words of my father to me on his death-bed in October 2011. He was 79 years old, and very aware that his final day in this world was swiftly approaching. I was age 48. He spoke candidly about his faith, confidently about going to heaven soon, and about making sure his bills were paid. A few days later, dad was gone. After speaking at his funeral service, I went home and began thinking about his statement. I made a “dream list,” more …
