Good Morning, God
It is just shy of one year since we moved to Tucson. And just a day or two over six months since I became a surviving spouse. Unless you have become one — there is no way to explain what that means. I have been caught by surprise . . . a slowly unfolding Series of Surprises.
May I acknowledge that I was incredibly fortunate. My beloved husband, Kit, of 65 years was loving, patient and uncomplaining. I would say: Praise God! Kit would respond: From whom all blessing flow!
He would tell me I was beautiful . . . He would laugh at our favorite jokes. And he enjoyed our daughters and grandsons. I had planned ahead for a urologist. I did not realize getting a Physical Therapist would be much harder. And that lack of persistent movement became the real cause of death. Our Bodies need to move.
Kit passed in his sleep . . . right next to me. We had sung and held hands. It was so good to be right next to each other in Home Hospice. He was not in pain and not in fear and not on any pharmaceuticals. Amazing. And as the Neptune folks came for him, Suzanne put on Faure’s Requiem and she and Sandy and I WEPT AND BAWLED covered him with words of LOVE.
The first surprise was that while I was SAD….I was able to get done all that many many things that had to be done. That is what I had been doing and I kept on doing what had to be done. Mind you I was also doing inside work — that cut my acuity. But, as with my Super Belly, I just didn’t let myself notice. It wasn’t until the last BIG thing that had to get done — GOT DONE! — that my Body spoke up and basically said MY TURN!
OH BOY! I am going to try and describe what happened and what I hope lies ahead — Please God help me to do it fairly soon.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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