In the last 48 hours I’ve been reminded how much tears are healthy. They cleanse us. Wash away our grief, until the next memory or song comes on to remind us you are no longer here.
And how much we miss you.
During the last two years, I’ve prayed for you and your sweet family often. That somehow God would answer our prayers and would grant you a miracle this side of heaven. I also prayed for you specifically. That God would strengthen you and specifically that God would take away your fears. The fears of death and leaving your family behind.
And 48 hours ago the weirdest thing happened. I realized I no longer needed to pray for you because at that moment you were standing amongst the brightest light that ever was.
You were standing in front of your Heavenly Father, the One who made you, cared for you through the years, and held your hand as you took your last breath.
The One who welcomed you home with the words, “Well done thou good and faithful servant.”
Good night dear, sweet, wonderful Nita! We’ll see you in The Morning.