I watched the movie "Breakthrough" with friends. I saw so much of myself in this mother. However, it was my husband, Bishop Kenneth, that I was standing in faith for--against all the odds. We frequented hospitals every year from November 1989 to January 2015 when Ken decided--no more. Parts of the movie were so emotional (nothing new for me). Since we saw so many more miracles before my husband passed, someday, I will write a sequel to my book, "Eyewitnessed, Believe What You Cannot See." Somewhere in between that, I have to finish KaShanta's book, Ken's sequel to "Solomon"... Daddy was correct. I should have been born triplets. LOL!
July 31st is our wedding anniversary. We would have been together for a total of forty-eight years. Our bond became so strong, we could complete each other's sentences and sometimes speak one another's mind. We even dreamed the same dreams sometimes and once at the same time. We went through hell and the floods. Several times as Ken was dying (just like in this movie), he would hear my voice and fight--always came back.
The last time I watched him fight death (momentarily) was October 2, 2018. Our youngest daughter, Mia, and her daughter were here for several days. As he always wanted--family members were around his bed, and I was holding his hand. From the onset of his illnesses, he declared that he would not die until he was ready. He did just that thirty-one years later. Several, including our youngest daughter with her daughter, our oldest daughter, a spiritual son with his wife, Pastor and his wife, witnessed his departure along with me. We sang some of his favorite songs to usher him into the presence of Jesus.
At times, I would walk out of the room, walk back in and say something, so he would turn to me and open his eyes again. Or if I just could not help myself and kiss him again, he would open his eyes and just look at me. Finally, I told him not to mind me because I couldn't help myself, but for him to make his journey. So he stopped fighting. We are sure that he checked out of his physical body before we saw his chest rise and fall for the last time. We felt that he observed us for a bit. Simultaneously, I was brokenhearted and relieved--so conflicted. Basically, I had watched him die for two years.
The Friday before his passing, he called our remaining three children and told them that he wanted me to go to Hollywood as scheduled and wanted them to support me. He understood all to well that God has a purpose for it, but he also knew I was hesitant about leaving him. I'm convinced that was another reason he wanted to be in the presence of the Lord so quickly. He was placed on hospice on a Friday and left earth the following Tuesday. He was funny during those days, told all of us what he wanted us to do at his service, etc. He instructed me to sing, 'Going Up Yonder'! It was my first time, but I did it. One day, I'm going up yonder too, but we will all be coming back to reign on the new earth with Jesus. That's my comfort. I guess I'm chatty because of our approaching anniversary. I will celebrate it!