It is very surreal to me that Ken has been gone for two and a half weeks. In some ways it seems like a very long time, but then I will forget that he isn't in the next room. I am so grateful for the kind and loving messages that all of our family has received. We have felt surrounded and upheld by the cards, letters, messages and texts. Mostly we have drawn together to walk through this transition. Gwen and Doug and Susie and Tim have been my rocks during this time. Over and over we heard..."Wow, that was so quick". But in reality, it was a long process that, with hind sight, we can say was a two year decline. Ken's last days were spent in our home, surrounded by family and friends, spending time outdoors, and looking at his prized photos hanging on the walls. It was exactly what he wanted - no hospital, no tubes, not alone. Gwen, Doug and I walked along side of him as he transitioned into eternity. And now, I face the hardest transition I will ever face. After being together for 48 years, (married 46), it does feel a bit like losing part of myself.
There are so many parts and pieces to the transition. I have been incredibly busy in the these two and half weeks. There are so many calls to be made. So many things to organize. So much clearing out. I am so thankful that I have had the kids and grandkids around me to make things easier.
Gwen and Susie brought the kids over and we began to go through some of Ken's things. We all needed to take a walk outside in the beautiful fall weather and Gwen snapped this picture of the kids and I on the bridge over the creek in our backyard. Being with the kids has certainly helped make this time better. I got to watch Grace at her house for a couple of hours. It felt so normal.
The remainder of the weekend Zeke, Anna and I spent lots of time enjoying the glorious Indian Summer weather at various parks. We walked by the Fox River, we walked by the very big windmill and we played on lots of playgrounds. The best part for the "sleepover" at my house.
To finish out the weekend, I got to watch Grace on Monday because her school was closed for the holiday. We had so much fun and it was very much a reminder of all the days I spent watching her. She insisted on us having "circle time" where she was the teacher and she "read" a book to me. Such a great way to spend time together.
So here I am, in the middle of this transition. I have no idea how long this will be, whether or not the path will be straight or instead the road full of pot holes and twists and turns. But I am sure of one thing - Jesus is walking with me, right along side of me, through these changes. As I was writing this blog I was reminded of a song that Ken picked to be sung at our wedding. It was not familiar to me at the time, but through the years, I have seen how Jesus has spoken to me through it. Here are the lyrics to " You Will Never Walk Alone by Gerry the Pacemakers.
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain. Though your dreams be tossed and broken.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart. And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart and you'll never walk alone.
I don't think Ken had any idea just how fitting this song was. And what a great comfort it is to me now. It is hope that carries me through. Hope in Jesus and the knowing what is ahead in eternity. Hope knowing that even through Ken is gone, Jesus is still beside me and walking with me. Hope. Hope in the transition.
Jesus, thank you for every time that you have shown up and reminded me that I am not alone. Thank you for family and friends and love that surrounds us all in times of loss and grief. Holy Spirit, give us all peace during unsettled times. Help us keep our eyes on you, Jesus. Thank you for the hope in my heart. Amen
Beautiful! Count Sherry and I in the group of people who got your back! Ken was a wonderful guy and will be terribly missed, but certainly not forgotten. My mom told told me one day a while back that she thinks of my departed father about a couple dozen times a day. This was about 25 years after he died. What about 10 years after, mom? I queried. Oh, I thought about him all the time! It gave me great comfort- even when I cried or laughed at some memory. You never stop missing, hurting, laughing , or crying... they just become less frequent and intense. One learns to accept and live with the loss. Loss is a part of life. There’s an old Greek expression: This too shall pass. Very very wise words indeed. We love you, kiddo! Sherry and Steve❤️
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ReplyDeleteI've been thinking of you and praying for grace during this transition.
So glad God has provide so much support through the family!