As I sat down today to do my daily devotion, I realized it was 3 years almost to the minute that Steven passed away. It was a sad day but one that was anticipated. I'm glad I was not alone. My sister and Steven's brother had came to be with us both through the end.
Steven simply would not give up. He took the minimal amount of pain medication and would not talk about the fact that he was dying. He was a fighter, and that fighter is still missed by me.
It is only by the grace of God and his plan of well placed family and friends that I've made it thus far. Plus, the learned ability to ask for help. This is a skill I am still working on. Who knew this independent, decision making woman would emerge from all this?
So how appropriate that it should storm now. I hear the thunder moving in. It will be a doozy with all the humidity. He would have enjoyed this with me. And who knows, maybe he is.