Joyous Tomorrows

Today is the second anniversary of my husband's death.  It is time to give a report to my family.  This has been a hard year.  I was surprised.  I had thought that it would get easier.  Maybe I have just not stopped long enough to let the emotions clear.  My sweetie and I were, as the children were fond of saying, 'so close that we were joined at the hip.'  I do not know what I would have done had I not had all the joyous love that my family and Ned's family has given me.  There is a purpose in everything, I am just trying to sort it out.  This was a scripture my husband loved from D&C 76:22  And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of him: That he lives! Ned loved Christ and the gift he gave us.  This is what keeps me moving.  The knowledge we will be together again.  It is Christmas time, a time to rejoice and be glad.  I can do this....

I have known I would have to make this post for a month now. I have mulled over in my mind how I would write it. This will be long but it is needful to be so. It is the first anniversary of my husband’s death. He died Dec 23, 2008, after, in the terms of cancer battles, a short battle of colon cancer (less than 3 years). I have missed his friendship, but I was not left wanting. The memories are very uplifting, from the first time we met, to the last “I Love you”. We met when I was working nights in a cafet eria. He was still trying to find out why his first wife had divorced him. Our eyes met and I knew him as a special person for me. Although I must say, I was leery of dating a divorced man. I got over that in a hurry and I knew on our first date I would marry him. It took him 6 months more to figure it out. (smile, and a wink) We were married a year and one m onth after our first date. I remember him h olding me in his arms protectively when I thought I was goi...