It was a long and arduous journey. Like any climb up a mountain, the last hours seem to be the hardest.
The path to the peak is always the steepest. But Rich kept climbing. He ran out of breath how many times? But he kept on climbing. At that point, no amount of oxygen or medication could make the climb easier. The climb was hard, just plain hard.
It was not easy, not easy for him to climb, nor easy for us to watch him climb. No one teaches us how to die.
But as the last breathes came, his face settled into that calm that only is achieved at the mountain peak, and he slipped out of sight as clouds hid him from our view.
Now Rich is on the mountain peak with his Savior in full bold Son light – no more pain… no more weakness… no more regrets and struggles for how he could have done it better. He did it well. He finished his race as a climb up a seemingly insurmountable mountain. And now the crown of glory is his as he at last joins those thousand tongues singing praises to his friend, his brother, his king, and his Lord.
At 2:55 am I said “L’hitraot” (see you later) to my husband, brother, friend, and companion. I know I will see him again. But I will always miss him.
I am so thankful that God let him have his eyes to communicate with us – with me. Tonight, before the end came, as I shared earlier, I got to sing to him, and see in his eyes how much it meant to him. Precious moments no one can take away from me, and which will have to be enough until we are reunited with our Lord.
Thank you all for your prayers for Rich, me, and our family. Please keep us in your prayers. For me, the most difficult part of this journey now begins – but underneath are the everlasting arms. I weep, but not without hope.