Greg Hewlett passed away on January 17th after nearly eight years of battling colon cancer. While we grieve his loss, we are comforted to know that he is with his Lord.
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The Struggle Has Ended
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So happy that you are having surgery soon. I have my surgery again this Wed. Just like before but without the cancer. I pray for you everyday. You and Christine have been through so much and we are always interested in how you are progressing. You have got to be such a miracle. Give my love to your parents as well. Willeyne
Dearest Greg:
When I think of you, I'm reminded of The Walton's Season 2 episode 18 titled "The Gift".
In it, Ron Howard plays the role of "Seth", a teenage boy who learns that he has leukemia.
After discovering his leukemia, in one scene, he has a conversation with John-Boy over his fears of death. Of what he'll be giving up in life, he says "Those sounds. What would you miss most if it was you? With me, it's hearing things. I just can't imagine not hearing."
In another scene, he has a confrontation with his mother, and through his anger, his true fears are made known. He shouts "I'm not going to just stay inside the house and watch life passing by the window. I want to be part of it....... I'm seventeen years old, Mama, and I'm not gonna get to be eighteen. I want what's left to me. I want all of it, Mama!"
Naturally, when I first saw this episode, tears of sorrow streamed down my face in spite of the fact that it was just a movie. It made me think about you and everything you've endured, and I am so thankful to the Good Lord up above for the measure of knowledge and wisdom that He graced man with. I'm thankful that we've come so far medically. Illnesses are now identified early, and treatment options are more available now than ever before.
I guess, Greg, what I'm trying to say is that I'm thankful that God brought you into my life. Through you, I've learned the value of life, and not to take for granted that tomorrow will come; I've learned to treasure each day, each moment, and thank God that He is so longsuffering and merciful, and hasn't given each of us what we truly deserve.
When I was lying down on that Georgia soil watching the life-giving blood flow from my body on Memorial Day of 1998, thoughts of death entered my mind. I thought that I was going to die that night, and prayed that God would give my wife strength when she discovered my lifeless body. Were I to find myself back in the 1930's in this same scenario, I wouldn't have survived that night. The Medical community wasn't as "evolved" as it is now.
Thank you, Greg, for not giving up. Thank you for teaching me the value of each day. And, even though our communication is lacking, you've taught me more than you'll ever know, and for that, I'm eternally grateful to you.
Your brother in Christ,
Scott Rogers
Greg,
It is wonderful to hear that you are doing well. I will continue to keep you in my prayers. Hopefully this surgery will be as successful as the last.
Love,
Annette
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