This weekend has given me so much love in my heart and tears of joy beyond what I knew I could shed for that emotion. Love – it lives on.
I listened intently to two of my grandchildren as they spoke to me of their recent travels and how much they missed me and that next time, they are going to make sure I go with them because I just “need to” in their words. As usual, the kids talked about their papa and how they miss him and even had questions about what did Papa’s hair look like before cancer? I was more than happy to oblige with photos.
My husband’s legacy…he lives on through many, but he is so much a part of my son. Not long after he died, my son came to me and said “mom, I want what you and dad had”. To me there was no bigger compliment than to hear those words from a self-declared bachelor for all time. We forget sometimes as our children become adults that what we say and do in relationships really does have a lasting impact. For my son, my husband was not his biological father, but he was the dad, who taught him, scolded him, respected him and told him how proud he was of him. He was the dad that was there for him in troubled times and in times of triumph. He was the dad who loved him as his own. And this weekend, I witnessed my husband live on through his son.
My son and his girlfriend came over Saturday afternoon and shared that he had asked her to marry him. At first, he was so nonchalant I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not, but you see, that’s how his dad was. No pomp and circumstance, it just is – just love. One thing that was mentioned was that on the day he asked for her hand in marriage, they both visited his dad at the cemetery. Was this divine intervention?! So yes, I cried enormous tears of joy in watching him love this woman he will respect, love and protect, just as his dad always treated me. As they left, I watched from the door as he went around to open her door I cried more tears of joy as I once again saw my husband standing there, helping me into the car. My heart is full for the joy for my son and his intended. She is a woman, much like I was as a single mom before meeting my husband. She is loving and determined and her children are her world. I love her and I am happy that she loves my son. Life really does come full circle.
I can only imagine, wherever from the heavens my husband is watching from, that he is grinning from ear to ear and saying “that’s my son” and I so much feel his love for me as I get to witness this love of theirs.