It was nine years ago today that my wife, Kathy, died. We were teenagers when we were married by pastor Mitchell in Prescott in 1974. We were grandparents in 2014 when pastor Mitchell did Kathy's memorial service in Prescott.
Today is not a day of sadness for me. Today is not a day of regret or remorse or what if. It is a day to remember a life lived. It is a day to remember the one who stuck by me when other women might have walked away. I was a blessed man to have been married to Kathy for 40 years. I am grateful that I survived the years of grieving her death. I am grateful now to be where I am in life.
Grieving is simply the proof that we loved someone. I loved Kathy to the end. I am glad that I had her by my side until the day that she died. Now she is where we all want to be.
RIP my dear. You are still missed.
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