Proof The Bible Is True

I got into the car and pulled the door shut behind me, letting out a deep breath. Another name off my checklist.

 

I was visiting each member of my late husband John’s medical team. They had all worked so hard to keep him as healthy as possible as he battled lung cancer over the past five years. They deserved to hear straight from me that he’d passed away. The process was helping me too. Each time I thanked one of them for all they had done, I felt myself gaining closure.

 

I put my hands on the steering wheel. If I hurried, I could make it to John’s favorite fast-casual Chinese restaurant before the dinner rush. It was near the medical plaza, and we’d gone there after so many of John’s treatments. I wanted to talk to the manager, who knew about our situation and had always been kind to us. I turned the key in the ignition, then paused. I could hear John’s voice echoing in my ears. The words John said every time I got behind the wheel.

 

“Drive safely.”

 

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