Thursday, September 3, 2020

Love Lives On

 This first week of September marks the anniversary of my husband's tractor accident 21 years ago now. It was an event that rocked our world and began those many years of caregiving that I never would have imagined for us when we were younger.

Losing her dad two years ago has not been easy for our only daughter, now in her thirties. But yesterday she discovered that her neighbor had just lost his only daughter, who had been tragically shot by her husband, the neighbor's son-in-law.

Kayla immediately got out of her car and gave the man a healing hug, a gesture that sounds so much like what Dean, my husband, would have done. I've never been much of a hugger, but her dad was. And I was so proud that she didn't worry about wearing a mask. The situation was too grave to bother. She did the right thing, and I'm so proud of her for listening to her heart and delivering the comfort that the situation demanded.

It was the best tribute to her dad she could have made. Thank you, Kayla, for being a comfort to me as well and reminding me that love is the only thing that matters.




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