...remembering how you sang this song or that...
...hearing your voice behind me...
...smiling over what you "would have said"...
...seeing you in my mind, raising your hands in worship...
...walking out of the hospital, down past your old room, for no apparent reason, the last room you took a breath in...
...that make me feel close to you again.
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It happens every Sunday. I hear him singing with us. I close my eyes and I can see him. Praise God for the memory.
I also praised God today that we could be at the hospital for a joyous occasion. Addie is precious.
It was good to see and talk to his nurses again. They are wonderful caregivers who really did make us part of their family. Months later and they can call us by name. Praise the Lord for those wonderful people.
In all things...Praise the Lord.
Jen
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