In the last month of her life on Earth, St. Rosa Tiara, my wife at the time, underwent an intense internal transformation. She was detaching herself from her attachments to this world.
One of her marvelous hobbies was cooking. Before her move to Los Angeles, she told my mother, “Ma, you are welcome to rearrange my kitchen as needed. Ask Chanuka what he needs and the rest you can giveaway as necessary. I am going to Los Angeles and there is a chance I am not going to be able to see my kitchen again.” My mom cried listening to her courageous comment. She was letting her kitchen go.
During her stay in Los Angeles, a friend asked her, “Rosa, what about your son?” She answered calmly grounded in the Lord, “You have to remember, Cyan doesn’t belong to me. He belongs to Jesus and Jesus will take care of him.” She was letting our son go in God’s hands.
About two weeks before her departure to Heaven, she and I made time to sit with each other to talk. That was the holiest moment of our marriage. Our hearts were as pure and united as ten years earlier on the altar of Matrimony. We looked eye to eye and we knew the moment had come for us to say whatever is left to say. Tears were flowing, prayers were lifted, and our hands were joined in sweet surrender unto our Maker. We won. We stayed faithful to our promise to stick together through sickness and health, richer or poorer, sustained by God’s grace. God gave us the understanding of her life’s purpose. Her words in that moment would remain as a source of strength for me for years to come. We let each other go in our hearts.
Her condition started to decline after that point in time. She could only spoke very little.
About two weeks later at the moment she passed to Heaven, I held her hands and uttered the words to her silently, “Thank you my dear. Till we meet again in God’s glory.”
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When I must leave you for a little while, please do not grieve and hug your sorrow to you trough the years, but start out bravely with a smile and for my sake and in my name live on and do all the things the same. Feed not your loneliness on empty days, but fill each waking hour in usefull ways. Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer, and I , in turn, will comfort you and hold you near.I am watching over you in the sky.
God is holding my hands always to fly higher and higher in Him. Going through the days He is the One who fills me with strength. Amen!
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