10 years ago a little after midnight on June 19th, 2006, I said good night to my husband and my best friend not knowing that would be the last time I would look into his eyes. As I knelt beside his hospital bed in our living room, I touched his head gently, as to not startle him from his rest, and I whispered, "It's just me...wanting to say good night." He opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "Just you? There is no such thing as "JUST" you." And then he smiled up at me.
And those were the last words he spoke to me.
3,650 - The numbers of days since I last saw him smile, heard him laugh, said goodnight. It's been a long road. 3,650 is also the number of days I have missed him, remembered him, and strived to live out his legacy of love, gentleness, and happiness. It's hard to believe it's been 10 years but then again grief has a way of allowing you to feel the tick of the clock every single day since that last moment. Just like my heart does every day, it will beat again and I will remember him in a special way today. I will love harder, share hope more, and cherish each moment because you never know when it will be the last. I encourage each of you to do the same. If I have learned anything in these 3,650 days, it is surely that.
❤️
“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”
~Romans 8:28 ESV
~Romans 8:28 ESV
To learn more about Daniel, read notes that he wrote as his time on Earth was nearing it's end, and to see the journey the Lord had us on, you can go here -- http://daniel-lifeinthelionsden.blogspot.com/?view=timeslide
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