For richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part. Just as he has helped her live, he is helping her die. Their battle for life has been like a vicious storm that at times swelters and then suddenly there is a dead calm. He can’t stop her from dying but he can help her live. Each day they live with the expectation of death. They have travelled many miles on their last journey together, miles of emotions, spirits, courage, and strength. It is by God’s good grace that he has had the strength to walk beside her to her life’s end.
He is her strength when she is weak, her voice when she can’t speak. In return she has the faith that he cannot see. She grows so spiritually and yet he remains steadfast in his own beliefs and struggles and at time confirms his reasoning for denying himself of knowing and loving God. Her dying wish remains that her caretaker, the love of her life, find Jesus Christ as his savior. He never falters nor does he fail to comply with her every wish and want as well as her needs. As her body weakens, her faith rises above and points her to everlasting life. Courageously they face what lies ahead hand and hand her sometimes unable to talk and him unwilling. Silently he watches over her feeding making sure she is comfortable and with every gesture he at the same time still will not falter or wander in any direction except one of disbelief. Imagine that determination being pointed in God’s direction. Each day is a test of endurance and a gift sometimes for him, it seems simple to accept there is no God. Feeling attached through love and enslaved by grief, death has come to them disguised as cancer.
