03/03/2026
Today I write this with a full heart and tear-filled eyes.
For 40 years, I had the honor of loving and being loved by my husband. Forty years of laughter, sacrifice, growth, prayers, late-night talks, hard seasons, and beautiful memories. He was my covering, my partner, the steady hand in our home, and the example our children watched every single day.
Since his passing, I have been overwhelmed……truly overwhelmed by the outpouring of love. The cards. The text messages. The phone calls. The visits. The meals. The quiet hugs. The stories you’ve shared. I never would have imagined that so many people loved my husband the way you have shown me. Every message, every knock at the door, every “I’m praying for you” has wrapped around me like a blanket.
And I have to say this with a little smile through my tears… if I knew y’all were loving on my man like that all these years……😂😂😂But in all seriousness, seeing how deeply he impacted so many lives has been one of the greatest comforts of my life.
There were moments when I felt strong and there were many moments when I was not. Sitting beside him at chemo treatments. Waiting through doctor’s appointments. Hearing words no wife ever wants to hear. There were days I held it together in public and cried in private. But God met me in every hospital room, every parking lot prayer, every long night.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Psalms 34:18
God was at the center of our marriage. And I can say without hesitation, that made all the difference. We didn’t just love each other, we prayed together. We forgave quickly. We chose grace. My husband stood firmly for forgiveness. He believed that bitterness had no place in a heart that belonged to God. He led our home with faith, humility, and strength.
Because God was the foundation, even in sickness there was peace. Even in fear, there was faith. Even in weakness, there was hope.
I am strong now…..but please know that strength was built through many fragile moments. Through tears. Through whispered prayers. Through surrender.
To everyone who has called, texted, mailed a card, stopped by, sent flowers, shared stories, and covered us in prayer, THANK YOU!!!
You have no idea how much your thoughtfulness has meant to me and to our family.
My husband was deeply loved. And that truth will carry me forward.
With all my heart,�A GRATEFUL wife and mother 💚
