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15th anniversary
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Today, January 14, 2009, is the 15th anniversary of my late husband's passing.
I had a pastoral counselor, and friend, tell me years ago that I would always grieve the passing of my husband. Time does help, but does not erase the feelings for him and memories I have of him.
I was just remembering this morning the last time I was with him before his death. I was told that night he had days, or hours, to live. He had lapsed into a coma. Just before I left to take the children home and put them to bed, I told him that I loved him and that it was all right for him to go home. He had fought the good fight long enough. I told him I would see him later. I knew he was going to a better place.
Heaven is a beautiful place. In Heaven there is no pain or suffering, no sorrow or crying, except tears of joy; just peace and rest. Grover was dx with Melanoma in May of 1993. During that 8 month period he had two brain surgeries and surgery on his intestines to remove a number of tumors where the cancer had metastisized. I had prayed fervently between Thanksgiving and Christmas that God would take him home, because I did not want to see him suffer anymore. God allowed us in His mercy to have one more Christmas with Grover. The children and I spent Christmas day with him in the hospital. One of Grover's nurses bought a present for each of us from him. I received an ornament which I still put on the tree every year.
For those who die in the Lord, there is a reunion with loved ones who have gone home before us. Grover's mother died from lung cancer when he was 17 years old. I never got to meet her. My beloved grandmother drowned in a flood the year before I met Grover. I am sure that these loved ones among many others who have gone on before us met him as he was passing from death into eternal life. They are now sitting at the feet of Jesus and praising the Lord with the angels.
Grover had not been happy for a long time down here on earth. He had talked for years about his dying young, even when I first met him. He lived to the young age of forty-five. I would not wish him back here with me, but I still miss him and the closeness we shared for eleven years.
I had a pastoral counselor, and friend, tell me years ago that I would always grieve the passing of my husband. Time does help, but does not erase the feelings for him and memories I have of him.
I was just remembering this morning the last time I was with him before his death. I was told that night he had days, or hours, to live. He had lapsed into a coma. Just before I left to take the children home and put them to bed, I told him that I loved him and that it was all right for him to go home. He had fought the good fight long enough. I told him I would see him later. I knew he was going to a better place.
Heaven is a beautiful place. In Heaven there is no pain or suffering, no sorrow or crying, except tears of joy; just peace and rest. Grover was dx with Melanoma in May of 1993. During that 8 month period he had two brain surgeries and surgery on his intestines to remove a number of tumors where the cancer had metastisized. I had prayed fervently between Thanksgiving and Christmas that God would take him home, because I did not want to see him suffer anymore. God allowed us in His mercy to have one more Christmas with Grover. The children and I spent Christmas day with him in the hospital. One of Grover's nurses bought a present for each of us from him. I received an ornament which I still put on the tree every year.
For those who die in the Lord, there is a reunion with loved ones who have gone home before us. Grover's mother died from lung cancer when he was 17 years old. I never got to meet her. My beloved grandmother drowned in a flood the year before I met Grover. I am sure that these loved ones among many others who have gone on before us met him as he was passing from death into eternal life. They are now sitting at the feet of Jesus and praising the Lord with the angels.
Grover had not been happy for a long time down here on earth. He had talked for years about his dying young, even when I first met him. He lived to the young age of forty-five. I would not wish him back here with me, but I still miss him and the closeness we shared for eleven years.
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