Our neighbor, Jack,  is dying of lung cancer.  We went to visit him today and take some food.  That is one of the hardest things to do.  What do you say?  It would seem that if you were dying then trivial conversation would drive you crazy.  But yet it gives a bit of normalcy to what is going on.  This man has been retired for several years and has taken cruises, gone to the Holy Land, and visited his son and his family in Peru.  And yet it seems so unfair that he is in this situation.  He looked pretty good and seemed glad to see us.  I am glad we went.  We offered any help they may need, told them to call us any time day or night.  But it still seems to be so little.  When you come right down to it the family circle is what really matters.  And he is blessed with 8 children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  And their family is drawing the circle and being there for him in his last months.  I feel so inadequate.  I do think that his wife, Frances, appreciated our offers and seemed glad to talk to us.  The primary caregiver also needs support.  She lingered a while at the door and talked a bit more.  So if any of you are so inclined, pray for Jack Schroeder.  He is a good man.