Two days ago I debated about posting anything online. Two days ago I decided against a post, but thought maybe about writing a blog about it. Two days ago I decided not to write a blog about it because I wasn’t ready. Two days ago I was determined not to let the day get to me.
Now here we are two days later. One year ago and two days ago my Marky escaped the dementia that tormented him and went home. The stubborn, stubborn man waited until the end to turn to Jesus. But he did, and that is what matters, that we will meet again.
But in the meantime, between now and when we meet again, I decided not to give power to a day that really wasn’t the man I was blessed to know. In the past 367 days there has been time for memories to shift from the immediate ones where he wasn’t fully himself anymore, back to the memories of him as himself. I like those memories! And I’m not going to trade them in once a year in tears for the version of him that he didn’t like.
There were a lot of blessings in the way he left this world. So many that no one could doubt that God was watching over this man. The prayers of my Mom did not go unnoticed!
Tonight I am thankful for the years of memories and love that came from one man. I am thankful that time can let the best memories come back. And I am thankful that two days later, I can write this in a good place. He didn’t like birthdays, and he certainly wouldn’t like December 2nd remembered as a part of him. I never listened to him about birthdays 😆 That was really for his own good! So, I’ll honor that I know he’d like this day forgotten. I hope that one day it will be December 2nd and I will only have a vague nagging thought that the day might have some significance. I’d rather think of one of our sillier times and smile instead 🙂 Like this one 😆 He tried so hard to be annoyed when I walked in and sat down next to him in his work shirt and hat 😆 He couldn’t hold a straight face though . . . it was funny! 😁
Momma's Silver Lining 