32 Days

Today is day 32 that Superman has been away from home. Every day I go see him, every day my heart breaks a little more. In August we will have been married for 29 years. He has always been the strength I need. Whenever I was afraid, he made me feel safe. I know he loves me as much as I love him. I worry about how he will be when he comes home. Will he be able to walk? Will he be able to talk? Will he be able to preach? Being a pastor is his life, his calling. If he were not able to do that it would break him. I go see him and cry, and I tell him I need him to come home. He would look at me and say, "I know darlin'" Now he can't communicate because of the breathing tube. Maybe tomorrow...