What she missed most, was eating with him.

He unexpectedly passed, four weeks ago. Wow, I simply can’t believe it’s been four weeks, it seems like one.

I called them my Spooners.

Often, I would walk into the room and they would be laying in their bed literally spooning each other. They loved each other, deeply and physically, to the very end.

Other times, I would walk in, they would be sitting in their chairs, right next to each other and most often, I couldn’t get a word in, because all they could do was interupt, each and every conversation, in order to give each other a compliment!

I guess this is what happens when you get to the end.

You start to see everything, much more clearly, and all you want to do is to tell someone, anyone, that that person means so much to you.

Today I was able to intercept her meal from the kitchen, only because of the most gracious and understanding kitchen workers. (There’s a rhyme and rhythm to feeding 40 people at one time, let me tell you!).

So, throwing a cog in the wheel, I requested it, yet, only because I knew that it would matter.

I grabbed her meal tray, entered her room, sat in her late husbands chair, of course never presumptuous (as she has expressed, “that it would be nothing but a huge blessing!”).

I simply sat with her, prayed beforehand, at her request, ate a meal, conversed, and then… I was the one blessed with her very long prayer, to end her evening! 😉❤️

She had had visitors today and although she was exhausted from just that, she was also so incredibly thankful for her family!

Many do not even get one visitor and we joked about how over-loved she is!

And yet all I can say is that….

….it is all of these little things that ultimately add up.

Yes, it is the visits, yes it is the person that is filling, the oh so canyon void, along with so much more.

However, may we never forget the little things that we do and at the same time understand that’s it’s not all on us!

It’s takes a village.

When we all play our part, everything flows like a well-oiled machine, even in the midst of the utmost grief.

Never underestimate your own role or underestimate the role of others. ❤️