The Answer

The Answer we got is not the one so many prayed for if you look at the outcome only. Prayers for my husband’s healing abounded the last year and a half and yet the love of my life passed from this earth a few days ago, June 24th.

I myself constantly prayed for two things: “Your Will be Done” and “Please don't let him suffer” even as I prayed while he was suffering. I knew God's will meant the outcome and everything that occurred beforehand might not be my will, and it wasn't.

My husband suffered pretty consistently since the surgery at the end of last November. He did not complain, and he was always full of gratitude for any which way I or anybody else helped him. He strived to do everything he could to beat the cancer monster and never gave up. He never succumbed to bitterness or victimhood status. In the last couple weeks when the ending was inevitable, he literally exuded love to everyone who came into contact with him.

Evan, our son, and I were blessed with a lucid husband and father who poured his love out to us a last time only a day before he took his final breath. Dare I say I fell more in love with, and was in awe of the man I married nearly 37 years ago (next month), than I had ever been? He showed us who he was to the core.

Was God’s will done? Of course. Greg finished his race, completed his assignment, or any way you want to look at it. His legacy of love and kindness will continue to ripple out. I believe that’s just how it works.

He is now in the new realm we currently call heaven in reunion with his Creator and Savior and many people, but especially Morgan. I had been hoping to watch her greet him in some way, but I’ll happily embrace the earthly gift Evan and I were given instead. Since the diagnosis, I wished God would have given me that burden and taken me instead, and I am still ready and willing to go whenever that moment comes. But while I’m here, I will do what the last years have taught me well, and the lesson Greg also most wanted us to remember - “Treat others the way you want to be treated.” Greg, I will miss you every single day for the rest of my life.

I was trying to decide which song I wanted to put on today’s post and it was like all of them fit, and none of them fit, but I have decided on my favorite singer, Lauren Daigle, who Greg also loved.

Here is the link to the obituary he himself wrote once he knew he was terminal.

Greg's obituary - Click

This song fits best