Life Done Right

My sister called this morning--the one who lost her husband on Tuesday in the violent bike/car collision. She said every morning when she and her husband parted, they kissed and said, "I love you." So guess what her husband's last words were to her? Yeah, "I love you."

She didn't get to say goodbye. She didn't get to hold his hand or look into his eyes knowing she would not do so again this side of heaven. Just the shock of driving near her church, seeing the mangled mess of a bicyle and lone shoe on the pavent, and recognizing immediately her beloved was with Jesus.

I thank God for their little ritual. It gives me comfort to know his last words to her were not, "Honey, can you pick up some milk?" or "Have you paid that gas bill?"

"I love you." That's a good ending. There's a lot of crummy, awful, horrendous stuff surrounding Gordon's death. But the stuff within his control was well done.