Nan and I have three sons. A few years ago our middle son, Connor, died of an illness at the age of 12. I certainly wasn’t finished parenting him, but I don’t have any regrets. We went fishing. We celebrated his talents and his gifts and urged him to use them for others. We talked about sexuality and other awkward subjects and we shared the gospel with him. I’m so glad we did because eternity came sooner than we thought. Parents, we can’t count on tomorrow. Love them and parent them today.