The Last Breath

 On October 13, 2017 you took your last breath.  I was there holding your hand; the silent witness to a human bond that lasted 27 years.  As the anniversary of your death draws near, memories of you drifted into my dreams last night and I woke up feeling less anguished and alone.

I know that you are with God and you are at peace.  What better place would there be other than in heaven?  You are in a dimension divorced from pain, need, and suffering.  You are clothed with God’s perfect love.

In heaven, there is no need for marriage because the bond we form is the one that is eternal - returning to the Father who knitted us in our mother’s womb.  Still on earth capable only of imperfect love, I craved to also be with God in heaven in communion with you, and all the angels and saints.  You will always be a part of my human existence and as long as I breathe, a part of my most joyous of memories. 

Rest easy and know that while you were still on earth, I held you dearly, closely, deeply as even the fiber of my being, the very breath that I take.