Early Thursday morning, October 30th, 2014, I lost the love of my life. It has been nearly a year since Alan flew away to heaven. I was blessed to share 31 wonderful years with this precious, creative man. I miss him more than I can put into words.
Something beautiful happened after my Beloved left us. I could not sleep those first few days--I kept reliving the moments he fought to live.
I remembered giving Alan CPR until the ambulance came...I remembered counting, as I was pressing my hands against his heart, blowing my breath into his lungs--his lips against mine. He had tried so hard to come back to us.
A day later in the early morning hours, I lay on the sofa, my eyes closed, weeping. It just didn't seem real. How could my world go on without him in it? Then suddenly a cool, sweet breeze slid across my face...and I felt my Beloved's dear lips press softly against mine. My husband kissed me goodbye.
I am grateful for the astonishing memory of that last kiss--His lips touching mine in love--a beautiful, miraculous good-bye from my Beloved. That memory is the one to which I cling. The love we shared was truly an extraordinary one.
Alan was a servant of God and He loved people. He wanted everyone to know God loved them too, and so I am passing his message on to you dear ones--God loves you. He longs to know you, God wants to share His Son and the world He created for you--in a whole different way than you've ever known.
"Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4
