Things had been going real well for us lately. My husband's job is progressing better than before and we just found out that we are expecting another baby. We were out today as a family, enjoying our time together. We sat down at our favorite restaurant, ordered the food and were having a nice time together. Then we got a phone call that felt like a semi just hit us out of nowhere.
My husband met his best friend when he was young. They remained best friends for the past 20 years. When my husband and I first met, his friend immediately took me in as a friend too. Not too long after, he became like a brother to me like he had been to my husband for so many years. We took vacations together, when we lived in the same area he would come hang out with us several times a week. Our kids adore and love him, they even called him their uncle. He was a very important part of our lives.
So to get a phone call today that he had died was beyond devastating. I broke down right there in the restaurant. We didn't want to tell the kids there, so we got our food put in to go boxes and went home. Telling our kids was even harder than hearing it myself. It did make me feel grateful though for the knowledge I have of the after life and that we have taught our kids about it. I felt grateful to be able to tell them that their uncle was in Heaven and that he is with his grandpa and grandma, who he often talked about how much he missed them.
As hard as this tragedy is, I am grateful to know that he is now in a happier place. We will miss him dearly and there will always be a hole in our lives, but I know I will see him again some day.
Farewell, dear friend. We will meet again. At heaven's gate, we will meet again.
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