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It was November 1990 when my husband and I returned from Caracas where he had suffered a heart attack.

Having celebrated Thanksgiving in the Venezuelan Clinica where we were both treated with kindness and compassion, we proceeded to host our annual Christmas party.

Early in the evening in the midst of the rather raucous laughter, a less than sober female voice inquired loudly:

“Tell me how it feels to have your first taste of mortality, Art?”

It was seven years later when my beloved took his final step into eternity, and I no longer remember his reply. I have no idea when mine will come nor would I have an appropriate answer if asked the same question,

However, emerging from my own moment of reality this year, I believe it is the anticipated moment every human awaits from their moment of birth.

Despite shielding ourselves with a skin of transparent armor, lurking beneath pretense, is our inevitable destiny.

Science may advance as it certainly has since 1990, but never defeat destiny, fate or the will of our Maker.

I believe, and also do hope, when the inevitable moment arrives, it may not be quite the surprise we may fear,

But rather a welcome home.