This blog is a chronicle of how I said goodbye as my husband was dying in 2007, and how I said goodbye, with journal writings, throughout the first year after his death. It is written from two perspectives, mine, dealing with grieving days here on earth and then, imagining his perspective of the same day from Heaven.
The line in this song, "I'm leaving to let you go" takes my breath away, momentarily, each time I hear this song. Towards the end, Bobby was in such discomfort. I know he sensed my distress at my inability to make things any better for him. All I could do was pray and ask God to comfort and take care of him. I found out that I had to allow myself to become willing to let him go. It was time for the hands of God to take over Bobby's care. It was only then that Bobby, himself, became willing to let himself go. He knew he was going into the Father's arms, but part of him did not want to leave me and his family behind. I believe with all my heart, that Bobby was waiting for my assurance that I was going to be okay, before he slipped out of this earthly world. Within minutes of me saying, "It's okay. You can go," I kissed his sweet lips and he was gone. It was 5:17 p.m., Sunday, December 16, 2007.
The line in this song, "I'm leaving to let you go" takes my breath away, momentarily, each time I hear this song. Towards the end, Bobby was in such discomfort. I know he sensed my distress at my inability to make things any better for him. All I could do was pray and ask God to comfort and take care of him. I found out that I had to allow myself to become willing to let him go. It was time for the hands of God to take over Bobby's care. It was only then that Bobby, himself, became willing to let himself go. He knew he was going into the Father's arms, but part of him did not want to leave me and his family behind. I believe with all my heart, that Bobby was waiting for my assurance that I was going to be okay, before he slipped out of this earthly world. Within minutes of me saying, "It's okay. You can go," I kissed his sweet lips and he was gone. It was 5:17 p.m., Sunday, December 16, 2007.
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