Suddenly you blink or the wind b...l...o...w...s or the black crows call. I take a deep breath and ny sweetheart is dead. His spirit has left his body. Frank is 94 years old. Has lived an active and joyful life. His faith and his strength has kept him strong all these years. We had one month shy of 13 years together. They were filled with laughter and conversations that never ended. Their were trials that were difficult to traverse. Their were trials that were agrevating as well as trials that were long and painful. The secret to moving through them was to join hands and pray for increase in our Faith. Then we endured to the end. We emerged on the other side with a better version than we dreamed possible.
I miss him still today which is almost 2 years later. I receive comfort that he was able to remain at home and in our own bed until about 10 days before death arrived on our doorsteps. He seemed to have no pain until the last 17 hours of life here on earth. We were both blessed by that occurring.
We walked side by side through the Valley of Death. Frank was calm and peaceful and knew where he was destined. I stood beside him as he lay in bed to give him what he needed; comfort him; and, given him my love. There were some beautiful and tender moments. Their were times I disappeared to cry in silence.
Today I love him and miss him as if it were before his trials with cancer ever began.
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