My family is going through the saddest thing we have ever dealt with. This is what my 28-year-old daughter, Leandra, posted on her Facebook page:
My soul mate was buried today. The love of my life . . . He said we would be together forever and a day. And the last day would be the best day of all the days before. Then we would leave this world together so we would never have to miss each other. . . When he left for work in the morning, he would wake up 5 minutes early to give me an extra long goodbye. He would always ask, “Can’t I just put u in my pocket and take you with me so I don’t have to miss u all day long?” Then I would say, “But baby, I can’t fit in your pocket!” Then he would give me the saddest pouty face and kiss my forehead, both my cheeks and my lip, and say, “I bless this face.” Then he would leave for work. . . He called me his babylove, told me he couldn’t wait for me to have a big fat potbelly (all stuffed with a baby). He said I would have the most beautiful fat potbelly ever. He made me breakfast in bed every weekend, and told me I was his whole world. He never got mad at me. Not once. . . It’s not his fault he had a heart attach. He was only 28, strong, fast, did back flips, I called him my ninja. . . I am so thankful we never fought and always parted with a big kiss and an “I love you,” and then we would argue about who would miss whom more. . . But if that is not how u say goodbye to your love, it IS true what they say, any day could be their last. So treat every day that way. . . I still tell Ira every day how much I love him. But I never have to say goodbye because I know he is always with me. And he will never have to miss me or want me in his packet because now his spirit can follow me around everywhere I go. . . You can disagree all you want, but there has never been a greater love than the love that Ira and I had. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life missing him, and loving him, and waiting for him to grab a hold of me so we can be together again.
It’s a little weird for me to post this on my blog, but my blog has always been a mixture of what’s happening in my garden and my life, and to never mention this seems wrong. I also want to ask you to please pray for Ira, Leandra and their families, and if prayer isn’t your thing, maybe you could just send them some love and caring.