Yesterday the tears just started flowing.
It was like I’d been punched in the nose, and they just appeared out of nowhere.
But they came from my heart, as I sat with one of my favorite residents who started seizing when I was with her.
The seizures came on one after the other.
It was terrifying.
She’s told me for the past 10 months that she wanted to go first.
That God should have taken her, not him.
She shared, at each of our visits since she laid him to rest, that she didn’t want to be here without him.
That she couldn’t enjoy life without him.
He was her world for 75 years.
Now it looks like God is answering her prayers . . .
and soon she will be reunited with the love of her life in the Hereafter.
Here they come again, those dog gone the tears . . .
Oh, well . . . what can I say, I’m happy that God’s answering her prayers, but heartbroken because I’m going to really miss that stubborn, willful, brilliant, strong woman whom I’ve had the honor and privilege of getting to know these past 13 months.