One month ago on June 22, in the wee hours of the morning,
myDarlin and I were just coming home after a wonderful night with friends,
skipping the Waffle House (waffles/decaf – no bacon/no caffeine) because we
needed to get up early for church on Sunday. Robert held the door open for me,
and as I passed I gave him the customary three quick kisses. He laughed and
said the neighbors all know to expect the same routine every night when we come
home. (Not that anyone was really sitting by their front window waiting to see
usJ)
As I started downloading photographs from the evening, myDarlin’
crushed a few candies and we both enjoyed our customary evening fudgsicle (no
worries….Popsicle brand/40 calories/low sodium). Plug in the iPad &
iPhones, set the alarms and lay our weary heads down for the night. As we lie
in bed, we talked of our ten year plan and our upcoming trip to Hawaii. “Our
life is good” he said, “and I love you baby” as we kissed goodnight.
One month later, I blew you three kisses as I came through
the front door and am downloading photographs from the evening. I look over to
the couch but you aren’t there. I’ll plug in my iPhone, set the alarm and lay
my weary head down for the evening. We would have set the alarm for 3:00AM as
our flight to Hawaii would have been on this day, the 22nd of July.
Today and every day, I am grateful for the wonderful life
myDarlin and I had together. And while we all experience moments of sadness, we
should not pity one another because of our loss. We should instead rejoice that
Robert’s life was, and is a ministry on how to live and touch the world, one
person at a time.
#KeepLookingUp
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