Every night last week when Aiden was here, while getting out of the bathtub, I’d tell him that it was now time for Gammy to get her work done, and he could stay up – if he could “work” quietly. So, every night, he settled down to his paper, markers, scissors, and stapler while I did my daily scripture writing. He’d come stand by my chair and watch for a few seconds, but he never said anything until Thursday night – his last night alone with us. Then, all of a sudden, he asked, “Gammy, why do you have to do your Bible writing? You’re not a preacher!” I smiled and said, “You’re right! I’m not a preacher, but I am a Christian! I want to study God’s Word so I’ll know what He wants me to do so I can go to heaven one day!” He looked at me for a moment, and said, “That’s good.” And so it is. God Bless, Courtney