Gratitude Journal - June 22, 2017

They say time flies....
and I believe it to be true
on the wings of angels.

I sit at the desk of my long since gone ancestors,
fingers hovering over the keypad
instead of the antique typewriter
now relegated to only be a piece of decor...

Three years have slipped through my fingers, but never my memory.

We would be waking in a few short hours to spend one last extraordinary ordinary day together. The kind
of days that when strung together, were the makings of a wonderful life lei.

After you played on your last morning, we said a prayer aloud to and for each other. You prayed for God
to give me strength and understanding. And I prayed that he would continue to use your life to bring
others to him.

Did you know it was time myDarlin? Was it you or God speaking to me that day? I know that all I did was
to open my mouth, and the words rolled off my tongue and through my lips without any forethought on my
part. They weren't my words, but rather his. I thank God every day for his word, for bringing you into my
broken heart and me into yours.

I cried out that it wasn't time for you to leave, you still had work to do. After all, it was the prayer I had just
prayed. What I didn't know at that moment in time, is that he would continue to use your life for many
years to come in both physical and spiritual ways.

And here we are myDarlin' Robert.... three years later. So much has changed, but so much is still the
same. God has provided strength and understanding just as you asked that morning three years ago.

Mahalo for forever changing my life and always reminding me to keep looking up.