Just realised how sound mind one have to be after seeing my poor dad struggling with his memory and talking nonsenses and very confused after the radiotherapy.

The main end of life is not to do but to become, and for this we are being prepared every day. As silver is refined by fire, the heart is often refined in the furnace of sadness. The psalmist said in his sorrow, "We went through fire" (Psalm 66:12).

This is what my dad is going through now in the valley of death. (sob...sob)!!