There are events in life we expect to experience - things such as graduations, marriage, and parenthood. There are other events in life we never plan to experience, but they happen anyway. I certainly never planned to become a widow.
Earlier this week, I wrote two letters -- one to a new widow, and one to a wife whose husband recently transitioned to hospice care. I never thought I'd be looking at these scenarios with a perspective of experience.
I've long held the belief that we are responsible for what we've been given -- not just material items, but knowledge and experience, too.
Those days last year aren't hard to remember. As tough as those days were, in retrospect, they were much easier than they could have been. God gave us a wonderful team with the doctors and nurses and social workers from Methodist. I had to make some hard decisions, but they helped to keep the process simple.
If our experiences can help to make just one person's journey even a little easier, then that is what I want to do.
I attended a funeral service at my church last week. The last funeral at my church was my husband's. This funeral was for the former pastor of the church, affectionately referred to simply as, "Preacher" -- he had been my husband's pastor for most of his life. I found a picture of my husband and Preacher from our wedding. It seemed a very apropos tribute. They are both now free from the sufferings of this life on Earth. They are experiencing the promise of Heaven.
