PrintJournal 17 + Letter
29 June, 2015
Hello my Love,
The weather is pretty ordinary today. However, it’s warm in our unit. [I still call it our unit even though I’m the only one here!] I guess I will always think of it as our unit because you are so much part of everything in this place. There is hardly anything here that does not evoke memories of our last 8 years here in our unit. By the way, the electrician came today and fixed the fan/light remote.
I’ve been looking back over my letters to you as well as the articles that I’ve written for Barney and, Surprise! Surprise! almost all of them make some reference to heaven. Now I wonder why that is ?! The fact that you are there could have something to do with it, do you think??
I was talking this morning with our Village Manager and somehow the conversation moved easily to me talking about you, (a phenomenon that happens most days!) and what heaven might be like. Will we know each other? What will our heavenly bodies look like? Are there really gates of pearl, streets of gold?
I’ve begun going through the New Testament and looking at every verse that mentions heaven. I don’t want to claim more than the Bible teaches. Everything about heaven is perfect. Relationships will be richer beyond anything we have known in this earthly kingdom. (Listen to me! Trying to tell you what heaven will be like…and you live there!!)
Sweetheart, I want to bring you up-to-date about your ashes. (Morbid topic). As per your request we have talked with I and C and they were both moved and honoured to be asked if we could bury the ashes at “Tumblegum”. Our whole family will be there for the first weekend in July
I spoke with C the other evening and she said that they would select and prepare the site. I suggested that they should choose a tree to be planted on that site and she suggested a pink flowering gum. At which point I broke down. Why? Because I’m finding that it is the tangible, touchable things that connect me to memories which, in turn, remind me of your death and absence.
Last Sunday as I sat in our morning church service I found myself fiddling with my wedding ring – which I don’t normally do. I thought to myself, “This is the ring that Bev placed on my finger just over 50 years ago as she pledged her love for me”. Again, the tangible put me in touch with the intangible.
This is fast turning into an epistle so I will close and write again soon.
But until then
You remain the love of my life
Mike
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