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The Destination! - Signs From Heaven & My Husband (Art)
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Signs From Heaven & My Husband (Art) by Signs
Aug 12 2005
My husband of 35 years died of oesaphageal cancer after his diagnosis of 2003. Bill suffered like noone I have ever known aside from Jesus. He was only 57 and was a wonderful husband and father of three. He had radical surgery that left him with half a stomach and he had to take pain medicine just to eat. I prayed a litenay of prayers everyday and asked Padre Pio to ask Jesus to heal him. It was not to be though. I cared for him at home with the help of Hospice, that is what he wanted. Although he was always in pain the last two months were the worst. He told me he would be around me and let me know it, and he has. His love transcends death with the help of God , and I know now, when you die that is just the beginning. After he passed I became as close to God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit as I was as a child. I went to church and lived to be ready to join him at anyday in heaven.
The first picture was taken in October. My grief was at an all time high, nothing went right. I remembered how Bill spent four days or so in a Hospice facility, it was like one really long day to me.The night before he died he was looking at the ceiling and he said "There is a window up there and there are people in it, and they want me to come with them, but I don`t know who they are?".. He also said" Where do I get in line"? My youngest daughter said "Dad you`re first in line". He was clenching the cross on his neck. The last day half of his family came, knowing he was dying, family of eight. They sang him songs, like "The Old Rugged Cross" as they were all Baptist. His eyes that stayed open for weeks, because of all his pain medicine, welled up with tears. I whispered to him closely" If you see Jesus or Ronnie, his brother-in-law, go with them, I will be okay we all have each other". I also said" On the count of three get out of that painful body", as that is how I helped to get him up, by the count of three. I was going to cry and my dog, Lady was there and I took her outside, as I promised him I would not cry. I came right back in and my son was callling me Bill was taking his last breath. Back to the first picture. In October that night I was alone and thought how we both said for two years "I love you more". When you know your loved one is dying you tell them everyday how much you love them. I told him, he probably was mad at me for going outside. I began to cry and went into my bedroom with my new digital camera that I knew nothing about, and snapped a picture in my bedroom mirror, remembering how Bill always did that on vacation the last shot "to prove he was there he would say". It was merely a salute to him. When I put the memory card into my computer Bill was by my side! That picture is in a collague on my myspace site. This was my first sign from God.
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