Every Day is Monday to a Combat Soldier

That is a phrase that I am sure most of you are aware of. A mother's worst nightmare is a phone call or a policeman at your door telling you that your child has been in an accident and has lost his or her life. That is what happened to me and my husband recently. Our only child Chris, age 26, died on July 15, 2002 in an auto accident in downtown Birmingham. Without God's help, love, and compassion I could never have survived.
I know this same thing has happened to some of our fellow Dora High readers. I feel your pain. This experience has taught me that life here on earth is only temporary. We never know how long we have to live.
Most people take for granted that they are going to wake up every morning and do all the things they need to do for the day. But that is so wrong. I would have never imagined that at 11:30 am that day I would never see my child again. Never hear his laughter, see his smile or hear him say "Mom, please iron my pants, I'm late."

One day your heart will stop beating. That will be the end of your body, but it will not be the end of you, then you will spend forever in eternity and eternity only offers two choices: heaven or hell.
I thank God that a little over a year ago my child had chosen heaven and God. That thought is the only thing that keeps me sane to know he is with God now and enjoying heaven.
There is one thought I would like to leave with you that God deeply loves you and desires your love in return. He longs for you to know Him and spend time with him. Loving God and being loved by him should be the greatest objective or goal of your life.
If I can help anyone please feel free to email me at katetc@msn.com
Kathy (Harris) Leach

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