Christina Aguilera - "Hurt" + lyrics

Seventh Month of Bobby's Homegoing, July 2008

July 16, 2008

My Dear Sweet Robert,

I am not sure where the original entry for this day went. I guess it is somewhere in email cyberspace, along with the original July 4, 2008 entry.

I have worked long and hard to recreate this entry as best as I can from memory. I have had great difficulty. I spent over three hours writing and rewriting exactly what thoughts I wanted to share on the day marking the 7th month since you were brought to your heavenly home by God. I cried many tears when it was lost.

I had so much on my mind to share. The past month has brought good things across my path, but it has also brought some very difficult, painful things across my path. Perhaps once I had it finally written, maybe God, with His infinite wisdom, having known what was in my heart, felt it was best to be left unprinted. And so at the moment I hit the “Submit” button, to send the entry, God overrode me and hit the “Erase” button. I’ll never know. But I will trust Him.

I met a man, Don Piper, who has had an extraordinary experience with death and Heaven. He was in a tragic car accident and was pronounced dead. Ninety minutes later, God allowed him to be brought back to life on earth. Don has vivid, crystal clear memories of the 90 minutes he spent in Heaven. He didn’t share his story with anyone for years. Now he is known as the “Minister of Hope” and Don knows what his purpose is on this earth. His book, 90 Minutes in Heaven” has now sold over 3 million copies and he travels all over the world giving his testimony that Heaven is real. His book has been printed in 30 languages. He was recently interviewed by “your favorite Fox News’ Sean Hannity”. And then, a few weeks ago, he was a guest speaker at my church in Middleburg. In between services, somehow, I feel as if God Himself made sure everyone around was busied with their own activities.

I was then privileged to spend about 5 minutes totally alone, speaking with Don Piper. When I expressed what had happened to you, he took my hand into his hands. He held me tightly, looked me in the eye and said with great sincerity, “I am so sorry for your temporary loss.” I answered that he was correct, my loss of you, is only temporary. And then he spoke briefly of what it will be like for me when I see you as a part of my welcoming committee, when it’s my time to go to Heaven. Oh what a joyous day that will be.

After reading Don’s books, and hearing him tell his story several times, I find myself trying to create more time each day to study the Bible and to do more daily devotionals. I feel a growing desire to know more about this place called Heaven that has been prepared for me. I want to know and understand better the stories written about Jesus in the Bible. Oh how I long for your presence here to read and study God’s Word with me. I am reminded of the times we would lay in bed at night and you would open your Bible and read to me. I can close my eyes and almost hear your voice reading the Bible. Oh, my love, what a special memory that is in my mind and in my heart. You touched me deeply when you read to me. It was a gentle side of you that I don’t think most people knew you even had. I am grateful that I got to experience it with you. I could only wish you had done it more often. I know those times drew us closer to each other.

Well my love, I don’t think this letter turned out like the missing one, but these are still the deep personal thoughts I wanted to share for you.

As Always, Know That You Were Always Loved, And Will Never Be Forgotten.

Love,
Kim
Phil 4:13

Mercy Me - "Homesick" with lyrics

Fourth of July, 2008, First Fourth of July

July, 4 2008

My Dear Sweet Robert,

Here I am, experiencing yet another holiday without you by my side. And while you may not be able to be physically by my side, you are most assuredly still close within my heart.

Michael brought lots of fireworks to do with Noah. They enjoyed themselves. As I watched my grown son show his young son how to safely hold a sparkler, I couldn't help but be reminded of watching Michael, Blythe and Farrah when they excitedly set off their small version of a fireworks show when they were children. I wondered and how you and Robert Jr. and Sylvia used to spend your Fourth of July's when they were children. I realized that you and I never talked about it. I'll have to ask Sylvia and Robert for their memories of the holiday.

As usual, our neighbors put on quite a big splash of bright fireworks. Even with the loud sounds and beautiful colors all around me, I felt lonely without your arms around me, enjoying the beautiful evening together. Oh, how I wish we could have had many more evenings together. But, it wasn't to be.

As I reflect back on our Fourth of July's together, one stands out above all the rest. You took me to Metropolitan Park for a big country concert. It rained and rained an then it rained some more. We were soaked to the bone. And when Sara Evans sang my favorite song, "I Could Not Ask for More", we danced. What a cherished memory you gave me. We were soaked, wearing yellow Mickey Mouse ponchos holding on to each other and dancing in the wet, muddy grass. You didn't care how silly we must have looked to those around us. All you cared about was giving me a night to remember and showing me your love. And then when the big fireworks went off, we were riding on the boat and the sight was spectacular. You gave me a special night to remember for always.

I wonder with all my heart and mind, how spectacular it is where you are. You are with the Author and Creator, God himself, of every color imaginable. I envision your every day is kind of like our Fourth of July's. - Exciting, full of brilliant colors, and awesome sounds. I can hardly wait to experience it with you.

Please know, my love, that...
You Were Always Loved And Never Will Be Forgotten.

All My Love,
Kim