Good evening. Monday’s blog. Denny passed on the 27th of January 2020. Toss in Leap Year. The number anniversary is Wednesday. His passing on a Monday is 52 weeks today. I cannot even wrap my mind around that. If you are friends with our daughter, she has been posting beautiful, memory pictures of her dad! Date wise his death is the 27th. So moving into the 2nd day, the rattle in his chest never left, 102 fever for that 48 hour period! His heart rate was in the 140’s. We thought cardiac arrest would take him. His organs were starting to shut down. By then, I was asking God, please take him, don’t let him suffer. In that time frame, lots of company coming and going meaning well. Lots of cousins and other family. It was all exhausting, yet God was holding me together. I felt like a robot. Everybody wants everybody to get some rest and your scared to death to shut your eyes! One whole year later, I still hold my breath when I think of his last. There will never be enough words to describe what it felt like. Two lives that spent 45 years together was suddenly one life left alone. The memory of it will never go away! As painful as it all was and still is, my strength comes, real strength, from the Lord himself. Having gone through recovery myself while Denny was sick, helped me tremendously. Death is a fact of life. We do not have to like it, at some point you have to accept. I vowed losing Denny, I would not let this destroy me. What good would that do? What purpose would it serve? As painful as grief is, it is part of me now. You have to make peace with it. God loves me and he loves Denny. We are in two different worlds for a short time. Heaven and Earth. One day it will all be the same. What a day that will be, when my Jesus I shall see. God is still good! To be continued! Good night. God bless!❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️
Marilyn’s Heart 