Thanks Kel for the welcome! My apologies for the lateness in my response. I would have to say that one the most impactful life experiences that I have had, is the passing of my parents. I come from a rather large family where I am #7 of 8 children, to parents who were married for 60 years. I believe I know where my mother is and I cannot wait to see her on the other shore. I am not quite sure about my dad. This has been somewhat of a struggle, but I am hoping and praying that I get to see them both, when I get there. The impact on my life is that since their departure, there has been a rather large split within the family, that I always believed would be together, because no matter what happened, we backed each other up. However, as we grew older and had our own families, we seemed to drift apart as life happens, families grow, separation begins. You see, my mother was the glue to keeping us in the Lords house, with her faith. But even after a little while, my mother faded and we all stopped going. Both my parents would take us on Sunday morning and evening, Wednesday night, Thursday night, we would be there. The crack was that we didn’t live the life at home. Dad was an alcoholic/recovered/choir member/bus driver (church)/ department head/womanizer. My dad was a human being that had many faults that ultimately lead to separation from the church. I thank God for the foundation that was laid in my life, that I was able to return and believe that He continues to call me, drawing me close. He has been so much of a Savior in my life, and I am truly grateful to Him for everything! I am still here because of Him and only Him! My prayers continue to be for my siblings, that I see only continue to walk in the ways of the world. No God, or mention, and an uneasy awkwardness when speaking of God with any of them. You can literally hear their eyes rolling in their heads. Some have children in the LGBT community, one has become an athiest and believes you just die and that’s the end, and others. Breaks my heart that we were all raised with the same opportunities of getting to know Jesus, we all prayed the sinners prayer and were baptised in the faith. Just very unsettling. Since my parents have passed, the split, the separation, has become a major crack dividing the family in many areas, to the point of not even speaking. In the past, I remember reaching out to my siblings reminding them of God, only to be shut down. I remember when Jesus said that He couldn’t do anything in His home town. I am just praying that God will draw them to Himself and remind them that He is Lord of all. And that He loves them greatly. I hang on to the hope that God has never let me down, and He always reminds me that He is in control. I love my siblings and their families dearly, and I’m trusting in Him. Hope this doesn’t sound like rambling (haha). God bless!