Bless Your Heart

Ray Brady died Monday evening. He was a close family friend. I’ve written about him here before. He was only 50. He had what he thought was the flu back in August, but in fact it was a brain tumor. God, I hate cancer. It has now taken two friends in less than a year. The doctors did all they could and Ray fought, boy did he fight. His body just couldn’t take anymore. He went through multiple surgeries, even a partial lobotomy, chemo, drugs of all sorts. We just returned from the funeral. He was such a good guy who dealt with so much. Polio as a child, a withered left arm as a result, and then cancer. He was always so positive and fun. He will surely be missed. One of the speakers today said something that really touched me. That if your life is measured by the good you do and not years, then Ray died an old, old man. And that if riches were measured by the goodness in your heart then Ray certainly went to heaven as a millionaire.