My wonderful, beautiful husband crossed over, Wednesday morning.
by Deborah White
Jim was tired. His body was dwindling. I could see it. He would have turned 80, September 1st. I wanted him to live to be 100. I told him so many times. When my mother passed over last December, Jim was my strength. His love was power to me. I loved and adored my husband with every fiber of my being. I am having a private service this Saturday. Jim wanted his ashed scattered up at the pond he dug himself more than 25 years ago. I am so grateful I will be able to sit beneath the oak and feel his presence anytime of the day or night. Mother's ashes are there also. I am blessed. Oh, my darling, I love you with all my heart and soul. Thank you for loving me and for taking such wonderful care of me and for sharing your earthly life with me. I will never get over you. I will bless your name every day of the rest of my life here on earth. I know we will be together again. I know this is absolutely true. Help me with your strength to get through this weekend. I feel weak. I need your abiding love. i feel your love. Darling, I love you with all my heart.