Not long ago, I had the family I longed for when I married my husband. When I found out I was not able to have children, I felt my world was shattered. I was wrong. I adopted a child who was five months old, and then another at three years old. I had my family and did everything families would do. Then, the unexpected happened and my world started to shatter. My husband got sick. With two children eight and under, I had to pull it together and find strength. I told my girls, “Daddy is sick and needs to have a kidney transplant. That is when they take an organ from one person and give it to Daddy. His are not working.” He survived the operation. That was the very first time I looked toward Jesus. About 20 years later, the unimaginable happened, something I would never wish upon anyone. My husband, after bouts of hospital stays, was told he had stage four pancreatic cancer, and had three months to live. Once he told his parents, his father went to bed, and passed away a week later. My husband made it through his celebration of life, but ended up in the hospital the next day. He went in thinking he would come home; we all did. But things changed. I had to call in our entire family and tell them it was time to say goodbye. He passed away eight days later. I lost it, I didn’t know how to go on. I knew I had my girls, but I was lost. I didn’t know how to navigate… Read More
