When I think back to a year ago as Steve lay dying, I am swept up with emotion. I wanted him to pass on and be out of pain but at the same time I wanted to beg him to stay and not leave me. The sensible me verses the emotional me.
I met a woman last week whose husband went into surgery and then passed away. No warning, just a kiss goodbye not knowing it was the last kiss. Who knows which way is easier or has less regrets, but The One who decides our beginning and our end.
Oh, that he could hold me again. Did you know if you put pillows here and there you can pretend they are arms and fall asleep? Please, go hug the one you love. Say the words. Treasure the time.