Farewell, Tucker, Farewell
I never expected to help dig a grave, but that was my very sad plight on Tuesday morning, July 9. In reality, I did little digging. I was primarily there to support my son, Jeff, who was saying goodbye to Tucker, his companion of almost 12 years, who had passed away the previous evening. Often in life, the best we can do is practice the ministry of presence—just showing up during times of grief and despair; and that’s what I…