The Gift of Scars
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Today is Aaron's 6th Heaven Day. Has it really been 6 years since I held my late husband's hand? It seems like a lifetime ago and yet I can't believe it has only been 6 years. Grief has a funny way of messing with your perspective of passing time. Last night, Hubs and I snuggled together in bed. I reminded him that tomorrow would be January 9th, Aaron's Heaven Day. He let me process those last few days 6 years ago. We shared stories of our journeys and were able to compare scars. I didn't need to explain the details of what it was like because he could understand; he had lived it. I am in awe of God's goodness and wisdom. How incredible that God has lavished such love and compassion upon me through this man. He has given me a man who can understand the heartache of walking with a spouse through the process of death. He can understand the painful memories of a life where cancer is a member of the family. He can understand the ability to cherish memori