Unfortunately the last thing I learned was on February 7th of this year. My husband of 28 years suddenly passed from this earth. The pain is unreal, almost unbearable. We are not promised tomorrow so we should always tell our family how much they mean to us.
I sit and think of all the things my husband did and never did I thank him as I should have. The time is over where I can thank him now, but how I wish I could. It’s funny how all those little and big things he did I never remembered until he was gone. So many things such as every night he would tuck me in. He would get up in the night and make sure I was covered properly. He would ask me if he could make me something to eat or fix me a drink. He would make sure everything in our RV was running smoothly. He would listen to my stories I would write and critic if needed, but seldom did he critic them. He praised my writings, encouraged me to continue and would listen to them over and over again as if he were hearing them for the first time. All these and more I paid little notice to until they were gone. Then I noticed, but it was too late. I never thanked him for the little things that meant so much. How I miss those little things now. If I could have just one more chance to let him know how much he meant to me I would give everything I am, but I won’t get that chance. That time is over.
I sit and cry asking for a sign that he can hear me, but that sign hasn’t came. I pray to God to let me know all is well. I’m not sure if peace is a sign, but I do have peace. To all of you reading this, please take note. Tell your family how much they mean to you. State things they do or say that mean so much. Tell them you love them for tomorrow may never come.
When God Speaks 
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