There was a moment today when time stood still. Hub was trying to cheer his dad up, talked about it being Easter Sunday, his upcoming birthday, his improving health.
His dad’s countenance began to change. I could see it in his eyes. He went from hope to hopelessness. When talk turned to his birthday, he was inconsolable. It broke my heart to watch my husband try to no avail to cheer his father.
You see, Hub’s mom died shortly after his father’s birthday two years ago. Hub’s dad stopped living that day. He’s begged God to take him home every day since. And still the Lord keeps him here.
Hub & I talked after we finished our visit with his dad. I tried to comfort my husband. It wasn’t easy. He hurts for his father, as do I.
I know it’s a part of life, but why does it have to be so hard?