Last Tuesday night as I looked into the eyes of some random doctor my life changed forever. “Your husband has died.” he said. Those four words. No one should ever have to hear those four words. Just nine days after giving birth to my baby boy, my husband had a heart attach which stopped his heart and took him from this Earth. Took him from me. Took him from his newborn and 18 month old daughter. Took him from his parents, his twin brother and two other brothers. Took him from the rest of the world and people who loved him.
He’s in Heaven now; he’s happy and free of pain. He’s in my heart now. He’s looking over my shoulder. He’s holding my hand. He’s kissing our babies. The veil is thin. Heavenly Father’s plan in real and His love for us is strong and true. God knows I can’t live without my husband and I won’t. Yes, I’m looking forward to the day I see him again. I will run faster than a cheetah to be in his arms and squeeze the breath out of him and kiss him over and over again, all over. But in the meantime I will be at peace and know Daniel is watching out for us as he goes about all the important work he’s doing up there. He’s not really gone and that brings me more comfort than anything, even eating a batch of chocolate chip cookies the size of the Grand Canyon, ever could.
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