My husband was a handsome man full of love for his family and devoted to a life well spent. We moved many times together, packing up our life to follow the orders from the United States Navy. I knew when we married we were destined for life full of change.
Having grown up a Navy brat, I took to the idea of traveling to new places with a sense of fun and adventure! Knowing we would be together as a family come what may, gave my heart a sense of peace in knowing he would always be there for us to provide for us and protect our lives. It wasn't easy to pack up and move so often, but I loved my husband and wanted to be with him.
Years later I took to the task of moving every few years with Dan as a matter of necessity due to his military service. It never occurred to me to savor the years we had together until sickness claimed his life at the age of 67. We had many plans ahead of us, yet when he was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, everything came to a stop. Shock and disbelief followed us every moment as he bravely underwent chemo and a stem cell transplant soon after being diagnosed.
Many trips to Philadelphia became necessary in order that he might seek treatment for a painful and very aggressive cancer. The University of Pennsylvania was the chosen place for much of his medical treatment, so we spent a lot of our time traveling back and forth from New Jersey. Life was centered on finding a cure for the disease which in just three years would claim his life. He told me he was ready to be with Jesus when the days became difficult and he was bedridden. Even so, he wanted to be near his family whom he cherished.
So here I am just a year after Dan when to heaven, planning a move on my own. At first the thought of doing so seemed overwhelming to me. I had never been the one in charge of such a big decision, having had my husband to do the planning while I did the necessary preparations required of me in the past. I knew he would take charge of the "big stuff" and I would follow his lead. So after much prayer, I set out to find a new place for my Mother and I to live near my children in Virginia.
A lovely apartment would fill the needs of both myself and my sweet Momma. A few changes in furnishings will be necessary; thankfully our children are willing to help us by giving some items a home with them. So it is with joy I prepare for another big life change! Just a few weeks to go and we will watch as the movers load our belongings and carefully place our memories on the truck and drive them to Virginia. God knows the desires of our hearts. Closer to home each day as life leads and guides us by the grace of God to new beginnings. One day at a time sweet Jesus!
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