My Dear Sweet Mil has gone home to be with God. Harriet passed away yesterday in the hospital after being there for a few days. She fell last week in her kitchen and broken her arm and femur right below the hip. Operated on Thursday, and despite after a 3 hour operation, and being in pain, was doing ok. At 91, she was the strongest person I knew. A true fighter. Always told me she was going to be here when Christ returned. Well, now she's with Him. Welcomed with open arms. On Friday night, I went back to be with her and we were able to talk a little and giggle together when she couldn't think of the word she was looking to say. She would always crinkle up her face in frustration, but we worked through it. Then a smile would come over her face when I finally figured it out. We got a phone call Saturday morning that she had a decent night, but in the morning, her oxygen levels were dropping. We went right over, and I'm glad we were there. She did not suffer, it was very peaceful.
George will be heading back to NJ on Monday to make the arrangements. She will be buried next to her husband. Today is a hard day for me. I told George this morning, that after being needed every day, and then all of a sudden nothing...... well, It's just very hard. I know with time it will get easier. Time is a funny thing, isn't it? Life is so short. I am so thrilled to have had Harriet in my life for 24 years. Not only a mil to me, but a very, very dear friend. I could talk to her about anything. And now I feel so empty.
Please keep George in your prayers that he will have safe travels tomorrow and that things will go smoothly for him.
Her wishes were to have the message of salvation spoken at her service. She wanted everyone to come to know Jesus. She lived for the Lord every day of her life. I just love the simplicity of the song by Chris Rice... Come to Jesus. I hope, along with Harriet, that everyone knows where they will be spending eternity. We would love to see you all in Heaven one day....