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My husband died of covid on January 7, 2022, and finally the gravestone has arrived. I didn't realize what a gut-wrenching thing it would be to see it.
As time went on after his death, I realized that the closest analogy I could come up with is that losing a spouse is like learning to live with an amputation. I'll get used to it, but something very important will always be missing. And then I remembered Genesis 2:24: "Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh." And suddenly the "amputation" analogy seemed truer than ever.
I miss you so much, Dave.