... wave and a smile, she is gone.

Just reminders now. She is gone.

It was a day that we parked the car for the last time. For after today, It would only be me and my Driver. 

Thursday

It started with me waking up, and starting the coffee, I check Sweetie. She was at peace, breathing gently, and my heart was calmed by her breathing. She is still with me. 

I went to my office to begin my daily meditation and prayer. Time for my cup of coffee, and checking her again, still breathing, still a ease with herself. 

As the morning goes, finish my prayers, meditation, and write my post for the day. Next, I IM my friend, for Thursdays are our time together. We talk, we share, we do a bit of Bible reading and discussing. So far, so good. 

I'm encouraged by Sweetie's condition. One more day with her and I'm so sure, that I text the kids, "She's still with me." 

It is when I go out for my next cup of coffee, I notice her breathing has changed, she is struggling, and when I touch her heart, it is beating faster. Her time is running out. I dare not leave her now. 

My nurse comes in, and she is so kind. Telling me she is very close. She is struggling, I'm holding her head, telling her it is OK to go. With one hand cradling her head, and holding her heart, I feel her slow down, and then she is gone. My Sweetie is with her Lord. And I'm broken and crying.

My Sweetie Pie

My Sweetie Pie, 

Won't you be my Sweetie Pie

Today, today. 

I won't be able to sing to her again, my Sweetie Pie has gone away. 

It is now, telling the kids, she is gone. Again, I'm overwhelmed with the out pouring of their love. Son is on the way over, youngest will be their ASAP, and so it begins.  

The nurse ask if their are some clothes she can dress her in, and I get her party pants out, she dresses and gets her ready for those that come over this day. 

Spend the rest of the day with the kids, and the pastor comes by for a visit, and we soak up what joy is left until they come to prepare her for the rest of her journey. 

As we sat, I kept holding her close to me, for the call was about to begin, not knowing if today was the day. Then I hear, "Sweetie Pie, come and receive your reward." She stands, kisses me, and says it will be OK, and off she goes, down the aisle, and to the podium. She turns, and wave and a smile, she is gone.

Driver comes to me, puts His loving arm around my shoulder, and tells me not to worry, for I'll see my Sweetie Pie again. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.