Meaningful experience strengthens judgment, refines perspective, and deepens one’s usefulness to others. Without mature ideation and decisive action, misunderstanding occurs, resentments flourish, and readers drop off.

Perhaps I unwittingly roused the latter with my using the term, end-time, in blogs that I began posting with my November 2019 admission to hospice; it has continued to appear.

Since then, I’ve learned of my misuse of this term more aptly referring to the biblical end-time found in the books of Daniel, Matthew, I and II Timothy, II Peter, II Thessalonians, and Jude; both terms differ in meaning. I had used end-time to describe my limited lifespan with terminal illness, Interstitial Lung Disease with Rheumatoid Arthritis—Nothing like self-correction.

In place of end-time, I’ll blog the phrase, final phase of life, the length of which no one knows. My hospice experience still strengthens me for what is coming, and I’m privileged to keep this record as it unfolds and learn from it. Each day is gift, in the deepest sense.