My cell phone rang yesterday. The one-sided conversation my husband heard went something like this...
"Ohhhh, are you having a hard day?
"Do you need me to come over?
"Have you eaten lunch yet?
"Ok, good! I'm coming over and I'll take you out for lunch. My treat.
"I'll be right there.
"See you in a few minutes."
I thought nothing of what that conversation sounded like to Dennis. I was too busy pulling on my shoes and talking about taking my friend to lunch because she was having a hard day. I didn't notice, until my husband told me about it later, the tears that stung his eyes. It sounded to him exactly like I was talking to Jeanette. It was just what I might have said whenever she called me for comfort or support on a rough day. To Dennis, it was as if she called from heaven and asked me to come hang out with her for awhile.
I don't often write about my husband's grief journey. He is a more private person and doesn't share as much, or in the same way I do. Yet, his grief is every bit as deep. It's not intentional at all, but because I'm the one writing and sharing, people tend to focus most of the sympathy and hugs in my direction. Those of you who are close to us, please remember Dennis could use some of those hugs, My heart certainly went out to him as he shared with me about "the phone call from heaven." If only...
Sara Faith Nelson
Sharing the journey, because, I find there are so many others making the trek through life without a loved one