38 Days. What’s the significance of 38 days anyway? It’s a little over a month. It’s less than the number of days and nights rain fell on the Earth during the days of Noah. It’s still quite a few days less than it takes to reach our next Christmas. So, what’s the big deal about 38 days?
It just happens to be the number of days you’ve lived in Heaven, my love.
It also happens to be the number of days
- I’ve been a widow
- I’ve slept in our bed without you
- I’ve cried consecutively
- I’ve worried over some element of my future (even though I’m trying really hard not to)
- I’ve had to go without seeing a text message or phone call pop up from you on my cell
- I haven’t been able to snuggle with you on the couch in the evening after putting the kids to bed
- I’ve had to cancel another dream we shared together in our hearts or minds but never had the opportunity to fulfill
- I’ve had to miss your warm embrace through your large teddy-bear-like hugs
- I’ve had to go to bed without a goodnight kiss from you
- I’ve had to wake up without hearing you say “Good morning sweetheart! How did you sleep?”
- I’ve had to realize my life will never be the same again without you in it
- I’ve had to parent our four youngest children alone
- I’ve failed repeatedly at parenting our four youngest children alone
- I’ve begged God to let me see a glimpse of you in my dreams
- I’ve had something wonderful to share with you, but you’ve not been there to share it with
- I’ve had to walk into our closet, and see your clothes hanging there…in the same places they’ve been for the previous 37 days
- I’ve talked to you repeatedly, but you haven’t responded back
- I’ve slept with your pillow in my arms
- I’ve thought about how empty the rest of my life will feel without you in it
- I’ve had to go without hearing you tell me you love me
Thirty-eight days…typically a rather insignificant amount of time. Until today. Today…38 days took on grand significance. Sadly, most of it brings on the tears. But…even so… #Godisstillgood
