This week my family said goodbye to my Uncle Bob... although, in a way, we had said 'goodbye' to him several years ago.
Uncle Bob had Alzheimer's. He was often in his own world where memories and reality collided and blurred his once sharp mind.
Uncle Bob had a PhD and was a noted scientist at one time. He was the fourth person in our family to have some kind of dementia and, each time we have watched disease whittle away at their minds until they died.
Where is the hope when this happens? Four times over, I can say that it is in the words of Jesus: