My cousin lost her husband a few days ago, he was my age- 51. Today, after holding her hand as she picked out her beloveds casket, I had a long drive ahead of me on which to reflect how this humbled me. Instead of wishing the hours and miles away, I was happy to have a family to go home to. Instead of hoping for a new house, Im grateful to have a roof over my head to share with Jeff. Instead of regretting not going on the last trip with my hubby, Im thankful God brought him back home to me. Tomorrow is never promised. So live life to the fullest, forgive whole-heartedly and love with your entire being.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 02:23:05 +0000