As I was looking at these two cute little white boxes on my bureau I was reminded of how romantic my husband was to me. Back in 1987 he gave me this tiny little white box. The box looked like a jewelry box so that's what I was expecting. But when I opened it up instead of jewelry I saw this little paper with the most beautiful words. The words basically said something to the effect that there isn't any box big enough in this world to contain the love he has for me but that these words express how much I mean to him. Well I don't remember everything that the poem said but I do remember that it touched my heart deep to my core. I put the box on top of our fireplace and one day it disappeared. We looked everywhere for it and we knew for a fact that a so called friend of ours had taken it to give it to his girlfriend. I was so hurt that my beautiful little love box was stolen and Frank tried for years, even till earlier this year to find a place that sold that box. He never found it but I have two little white boxes that he gave me and I'm just touched that he wanted so much to please me by giving me another little white box. Olive juice!!!
I'm doing well. I find it healthy to think of those special moments and remember how blessed I was that I've been able to love and be loved. Sure we made mistakes and sure Frank regreted so muchy ever leaving me but I forgave him as Jesus wanted me to do and in doing so I felt a release that allowed me to love him. You can't hold on to unforgiveness and bitterness because it will just tear you down. Frank and I survived a lot and I thank God for that. He always use to tell me that when his time comes he would want me to be there next to him so I thank God that I was there next to him, holding his hand when he departed this world and entered the Kingdom of God. I also thank God that I'm the one dealing with this pain and not Frank. Honestly, as strong as Frank was, I don't think he could have dealt with losing me. We would watch movies together and whenever someone's wife died it use to tear him apart and he would say, "hon, I could never deal with you dying so I pray I go before you". He truly was a sweetheart and I miss him so much but I'm doing well. I'm in the palm of God's hand.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorI'm Dee, wife of the late Frank Nunez. I'm a woman of God who's depending on God to pull us through this loss. Archives
April 2016
Categories |