As we lead Nannie to the lunchroom and say our goodbye’s until tomorrow, I squeeze her little hand, kiss her soft cheek and promise that we’ll be back. I cry all the way back to the car remembering how her face went right back to blank as we left her there. Right back to a shell of her formerly amazing self.
Thank God that someday we will truly meet again. Someday there will be no more tears. No more Alzheimer’s. No more memory loss. The steady hand of our Lord will raise us up into the place He has prepared for us and we will be reunited. Until that day I’ll take the pieces I can get. The love in those blue eyes. The softness of that hand in mine. The steady pulse felt as I hold her tight. “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
This article originally appeared at Revive Me Again.