t’s been a little more than two months since my last post.
Much has happened.
More has changed
Steve has passed away and all of our lives have been altered. Forever there will be a huge hole in our hearts, our lives and our spirits.
On March 20th, Steve began to run a fever. In cancer patients, a fever of more than 100.5 is the cue to get moving! I hustled him into the car and made the hour trip into San Antonio as quickly as humanly well, as legally, possible.
We ended up spending a little over two weeks in one hospital and three days in another. They thought it was pneumonia. Then they thought it was the cancer. Then it didn’t matter anymore what it was.
Thankfully, he was able to say goodbye to his precious children, to my mom, his sisters and his closest friends and then he went to sleep for a few hours and then he was gone. Just gone.
In my last post I talked about how life goes on. It does.
I wrote that there is still joy in the world. There is.
I espoused that I didn’t know what held the future but I know WHO holds it. Still true.
But this is the hardest thing I have ever experienced. It has been a month now since we laid him to rest and tomorrow will be five weeks since he died. While I find many good parts in most days, I often find myself in the middle of a puddle of tears.
Like right now.
I still take my morning coffee on our back porch. This year, we have more hummingbirds than ever before; more than a dozen visit the feeders. Steve would love that fact! Usually I laugh at their antics but today is not one of those days. Today, I weep over our loss. I miss my best friend. Today, the loss…it cuts to the bone. The pain is real. It is sharp and it is deep.
It will pass.
Sunday is Mother’s Day and the precious man who made me a mom will not be here to celebrate that fact with us. I know the kids and I will miss him horribly on this day. I suppose that it’s just another one of those firsts that we will have to move through.
I want Steve back so badly. Since that is not an option for we mere mortals, I have a box of tissues on the table next to me as I watch our hummingbirds, listen for the turkeys and enjoy the cool, southern breeze as the sun starts to peek out from behind the fluffy white clouds.
I know that joy still exists. I just have to look a little harder for it.
Some days it feels like God is no longer here with me. I know that He is.
In the end, Scripture says, “And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Revelation 21:4
I look forward to that day!