Tuesday, February 12, 2013
On February 13, 2011, a Sunday, I got up as usual and went down to prepare the coffee. I then returned upstairs to take a shower. When I finished, I went back to my room to ask my husband if he was going to come to church with me - he would have good days and bad days, and since it didn't take him ong to get ready if he WAS coming along, I would let him sleep as late as possible. But this time he didn't respond to my wake-up call. He'd gone Home in his sleep, his heart simply failing after a couple of decades of gradual deterioration. And he looked ...like he was just sleeping.
We'd been married over 37 years, been through a lot of bad times together - and some good ones too. But because his health was failing at an accelerated rate, I was glad he left so peacefully. I wasn't shocked, really - I expected he'd be going soon, just didn't know the details. I shed tears for him, but also thanked the Lord for taking him so gently.
Then unexpectedly that summer I fell in love with Levi and we became engaged. The prospect of his companionship was sweet.
But I've broken up with him, and so here it is almost the anniversary of my husband's passing, and I don't have a "Valentine" sweetheart. I'm kinda bummed - but not TOO morose. I have Jesus, and Always will. But I think it would be good for me to take tomorrow off from work. It's a Wednesday, so besides my cardio, it's my strengthening day - the extra exercise will be good for me.