The storm clouds are piling high. |
Robert and I have been together and through much together: joy and laughter, sorrow and tears. Our faith in God and love for each other have kept us sane, if we can be considered sane, and able to survive. The joy and laughter included experiences like holding one another, holding our children, attending activities and church together as a family, coaching little league together. So many wonderful, exciting, satisfying, comforting times provide memories that leave a smile in my heart. But we have had sorrows and tears: three living children from eleven pregnancies; the death of our infant daughter December 20, 1968 (written about in "Romance Midst Tragedy" and "Another Nightmare" ); a niece murdered in November, 1984; two grandchildren stolen by their father the day after my mother died eight years ago, just before Thanksgiving. We've cried and grieved and prayed together. That's the only way we could survive. We're doing the same during this time of tribulation. Knowing that death will part us only temporarily helps us face this coming goodbye. But the tears still flow, and my heart still hurts. I know the pain now felt will be nothing compared to the hole that will be torn from my heart before long. I'm so thankful for my family and their love even as they dread the coming parting, for my friends around me and on W.Com, for Robert who tries to comfort me with his continuing love. Thank you, Lord God, for bringing this man into my life. |