He Would have been sixty-eight today. He would have been well into his retirement and annoying the hound out of me.Instead, he is celebrating that birthday in Heaven. What I have, are memories and the thoughts of what could have been.
Our church services are moving back into the sanctuary this morning. After all this time out, it is going to be so nice getting back there, and this day making it a little more memorable.
I want to write about our years together. I want to write about how special that time was, even when it wasn’t. How we endured the good with the not so good.I’m considering taking the posts that I wrote following his death and sharing them once again in the hopes that it might, just might, help someone else. I was going to put all that in a book, but with the passing of so much time, I don’t know if that will ever happen. I want to remember a person, who did his best, to do his best. Even if his best wasn’t award winner quality, even though his name won’t be written in any history books. He did what he could, to take care of us, and his name was written in the most important book, The Book Of Life.
I need to go get ready for church. I want to be there for this moving back day. I know that I will go deeper into this later. I know I will remember more, have time to share more, after I get back. Right now though, I just wanted to wish my late husband a happy birthday and let him know, in what ever way that may be, he hasn’t been forgotten.