Yesterday was one of reflection of what was and what is to come.
Jane's service was elegant, yet, simple. Just the way she lived her life. She was a private person. She held no grudges. She always found it in her heart to forgive.
As I sat at the graveside services, I looked around at the cemetery and found it to be peaceful. I had my closure, knowing she was where she wanted to be placed, forever. Next to her husband Bob.
Husband's mother is placed just south of where Jane and Bob are. Husband is to be placed next to her. It struck me as I was leaving and happened to look up to where mother in law is.
Of course, husband didn't realize it. He doesn't realize a lot of things anymore.
That was a little hard for me. That final resting place. But then, I looked at my husband, crippled not only in body, but, mind as well, a prisoner, and, I thought back to an old song I used to sing at church.
"It is well with my Soul."
Yes, I will miss him. Yes, I will long for days gone by. I will have my memories of my husband, big and strong and, healthy. Gone are those days. Replaced by a shell of a man he once was. A man who, at times, doesn't even recognize me.
As this peaceful feeling came over me for Jane, I know that same feeling will follow when I place husband next to his mother.
Yes, it is well with my Soul.