Thunder, Thunder and the Thunder Rolls

There is a song that has that line in it. D used to sing it to and then we would laugh. I loved it and him when he did it. It was one of the amazing ways he entertained me in quirky ways, because we are quirky people. Thunderstorms are just another reminder of ways that I miss him. He would watch the weather, tell me what we needed to do or just reassure me that I didn't need to be concerned.

Once after Bo was killed, D, Daniel and I were sitting out of the deck and it was lightening really bad. I said "we need to go inside." He said "What's the worst that can happened, we get killed and go to HEAVEN? What's so bad about that? Nothing." So we stayed and nothing happened.
I know I've told that story before, but it just goes to the point of who he was and how matter of fact he was about life and death.

He loved his life, but in reality he loved GOD more. He was an amazing man who knew that in the event of a storm if our lives were snuffed out in an instant as tragic as it might be for someone, it would be paradise for us. It would be the beginning of life for us. He didn't worry about storms, get nervous about tornados or anxious about what might happen.

He just accepted the reality of most situations. In all the years we have lived in our two-story home, we only took shelter downstairs a few times. I have actually created a shelter for Ollie, Tac and me because Ollie is so scared of storms.

D faced his cancer much the way he face storms. Head on, no denial, no hiding, just face first, determined to ride it out. If the reality was HEAVEN it would be paradise for him and a storm for me.

Tonight, when I go to bed it will be to the sound of thunder, thunder and the thunder rolls, laughter in my head and the vision of D smiling from HEAVEN because he is living in paradise.

Good night my dear friends ! Let the thunder roll.