Our friend, Paul died this morning. I am so glad that we went to see him yesterday. His wife, Patti was in good spirits and we laughed and talked, remembering times at the campground. I think maybe Paul was listening in. We talked to him, too. I told him to just rest and he did. He was getting ready for his trip to heaven.
The angels will have to be on their toes with Paul, the trickster, in their midst. I bet he has his halo on upside down already. We looked at pictures yesterday. We have only known Paul for about 6 years and it was fun to see him as a small boy with his dog, then as a handsome young man. Always that big smile on his sweet face. The robust man we knew was already gone yesterday, as he was preparing to leave this world. He will be missed.
Yesterday was very emotional for me. I knew that I would not see Paul again and the tears kept welling in my eyes. Patti demanded that we have no crying and I did my best, but the rest of the day found me to be more than a little weepy. I am relieved for him to no longer be in pain, but still very sad to lose him.
Now, Patti will begin her journey with grief. I can hug and I can listen. I hope that is enough. I suppose the pain of losing your mate is something that can't really be shared. The only one who could share it is gone .........