Diary of a Widow

Got a tractor for sale...

As I stood in the hospital room when my husband lay on the verge of this life and the next, I was willing. I was willing to give him to my Father in Heaven. I was willing to let go. But I would be lying if I said I didn't wish. Wish that this was my test. That I had to be pushed just this far. That he was before me about to cross to the other side and I just needed to prove to the Lord that I would believe Him even unto death. That I would trust in Him. And then once I did, my husband would be healed. And much like Abraham and Isaac walked back down off that mountain, my husband and I could walk out of that hospital.

There is nothing wrong, in fact, there is something very right about having hope.

I walked into the hall and struggled to compose myself after watching my husband say goodbye to our children.

My heart was aching, yet I continued to feel peace.

I gave the doctor my approval and returned to the room to talk to Chris. I told him they were going to start him on the morphine and that it would make him more comfortable... that it would slow his breathing... but to the point that eventually... He finished my sentence with "it will be over." I replied with a "yes." He said, "okay."

The chest tube they had put in continued to drain and drain.  His intestines continued to be inactive.

The doctors were anxious, as was I, to get him started on chemotherapy.

A final family vacation.

This child is dealing with his father dying. And you are concerned that he is still able to use his imagination, as many his age do, to escape to a world of his own, and it's annoying YOU? He is not interrupting any other children or class time, just annoying YOU?