Today is the 6th anniversary of the day my husband died at home surrounded by his family and a few friends. I always get a little contemplative (but not sad) around this time of year. I get sad at other times, but not on this day.
This day, six years ago, was, beneath everything, a joyful one. Things would have been different if he had died suddenly and unexpectedly, but we’d been preparing for this for 17 months. He was ready to see Jesus and we were prepared to let him go.