Proof The Bible Is True

The Boston Red Sox and our grandson, Justin. Two of my husband’s greatest pleasures. Justin spent countless hours with Grandpa Gabe, laughing and talking while they worked in the yard and around the house. Gabe taught him how to use tools and even to repair our riding lawn mower.

 

Their happiest times together were in baseball season, cheering for the Red Sox on television, munching handfuls of peanuts, Gabe’s favorite snack. “He’s my best friend,” Justin always said.

 

My husband battled gastrointestinal cancer for most of Justin’s young life. He never gave in to the disease, and our family believed he would beat it. But on a June night three years ago, Gabe passed away. Justin was with him when he took his last breath. He ran from the house in tears.

 

I decided to leave him alone for a while. Neither of us could talk about what had happened. I’d lost my husband of 50 years. And Justin, at 11, had lost his best friend. There was much for me to do that night. Phone calls. Family. Hospital. Funeral home. Eventually Justin came back.

 

Read More: Our Heavenly Cat – Guideposts