My husband’s birthday was Monday. He sent me a text midday that said “dad just called.”
My heart leaped even if only for a second! If Robbie heard from his dad maybe I’m going to hear from Drey?! And then I realized he was referring to my dad that had called him. Not his dad.
Robbie’s dad died over 10 years ago. And somehow for just a brief moment I really thought he’d heard from his dad in heaven. OMG – Drey will be calling me!
Okay… So this is silly and ridiculous. What was I thinking?
I am…
Ever hopeful.
Ever anticipating.
Ever longing.
Within seconds reality sunk in of course. And that knot returned to my stomach. That knot of sorrow, pain and even dread. That knot that says, “this really happened. Drey’s dead.”That knot that was there 24/7 in 2012 and 2013.
Even on a good day Drey’s life and death are just beneath the surface of my thoughts. Maybe that will always be the case. Maybe this is as “healed” as I’ll get this side of heaven.
But in spite of the reappearance of the dread knot, for just a few seconds I got to experience the anticipation of talking to Drey soon. It was a sweet reminder of what’s to come. 💚💜
I am…
Ever hopeful.
Ever anticipating.
Ever longing.
A Friend on the Walk 
Denise, I’ve experienced a few unexplained nudges since Robin’s death. One happened last month. I was in the shower and I felt something touch my ankle. I thought perhaps it was the shower curtain, but I was a good4 inches away from it. This came at a time when I was struggling with losing him. I continue to pray for you and know that God is right there with you.