Until Death Do Us Part?!
When I was 19 years old, I stood at the altar facing the love of my life and said, “Till death do us part.” At the time, I didn’t give those words much thought. I was young, in love, and couldn’t imagine a world where we’d ever be apart. Now, having experienced the loss of my husband, I realize those words don’t capture the full truth. Yes, we are parted in a physical sense — he is in Heaven, and I remain here on earth — but that doesn’t stop the love. Love transcends the boundaries of life and death, and I’ll carry his love with me forever.
Separated by Space, Not Spirit
Since his passing, I’ve felt as though he took a piece of me with him to Heaven. At the same time, I know I carry a piece of him with me here on earth. This exchange of love and essence makes me question whether we are truly parted or simply separated by space. The bond we shared is as strong as ever, a reminder that love doesn’t end when life does. It continues to shape and guide me, a constant presence in my daily life.
A Child’s Perspective on Loss
Children have a way of bringing clarity to complex emotions with their innocent and honest observations. My grandson, who was only two when his Papa moved to Heaven, has grown old enough to ask questions about his absence. When he was four, he asked me, “Gogo, did you take Papa to Heaven?” His question stopped me in my tracks. In his four-year-old mind, I was Papa’s special person, so it must have been my responsibility to ensure his safety in Heaven.
I explained to him that Jesus came to take Papa to Heaven, but his perspective touched me deeply. His question encapsulated the love and trust my husband and I shared. It was a poignant reminder of how children view relationships — purely and wholeheartedly. To my grandson, my role was to care for Papa, even in his passing. That image, born from a child’s innocent mind, has stayed with me as a source of comfort and perspective.
The Eternal Nature of Love
Love is not confined to the physical realm. It exists in memories, actions, and the intangible ways we carry those we’ve lost within us. I see my husband’s love in the way my grandson asks about him, in the stories we share, and in the moments when his presence feels near. This eternal connection helps me navigate life without him while honoring the bond we will always share.
Faith has been my anchor through this journey. Knowing that my husband is safe in Heaven and that we will one day be reunited gives me peace. Until then, I hold onto the love we built together and the knowledge that he is still with me in spirit. My grandson’s question reminds me of this truth—that love doesn’t fade; it transforms and continues to grow in unexpected ways.
Final Thoughts
“Till death do us part” doesn’t feel entirely accurate anymore. While my husband and I are physically separated, our love remains unbroken. It’s a love that transcends time and space, living on in my heart, my actions, and the memories we created together. I’ll carry his love forever, just as I know he carries mine. And until the day we are reunited, I find solace in the knowledge that love, in its truest form, never truly parts.
