Today I received a telephone call, telling me that my father was going into the hospital for colon surgery. I am scared. I ask God to help me to not be afraid. I know I worry a lot and God said not to worry. I should talk to God instead of worrying. I know God has a time for birth and a time for death. Dad has told me he will go live with Jesus when he leaves this world. My Mother and Father always loved me in spite of what I did. I now understand that love, because I am a parent and a grandparent. The love of a parent has rewards that nothing can ever compare with. As a child, I also understand that loving a parent comes from a connection between a child that was at first a helpless taker then became a participant.