In the thirteen years of my marriage, I’ve never known my husband’s dad to be well. Some of his days were always better than others. Dozens of near-misses and scares have given the family including his 18 children (10 children plus 8 spouses, of which I am one,) now-24 grandchildren, his own ailing parents, three siblings & their families, and especially the spanish branch in which it is his joy & privilege to serve as a full time at-home missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints; a little bit of experience preparing to say goodbye. We’ve all watch him endure pain and a list of physical ailments too long to write here, all without complaint. He has always pulled through & somehow made unexplainable comebacks.
Not this time.
This time, we were blessed with the time to say goodbye, for now. Drawings and letters from the grandkids cover his bedroom walls. This time we have had lots of tears and handholding.
We weren’t ready, and yet, He left mortality encircled about with everything he loved most in this world. Because of what we know about life and death it is clear to us that he will move on to the next step in life. Leaving us to follow sometime later. Whether or not we feel ready to be separated for just a little while, it truly will be just for a little while.