I meant to post last Tuesday on Ben's anniversary but I was busy picking up our newest (almost) addition to our family who came and stayed for the week. It was a great distraction from an otherwise sad reminder.
I thought a lot about that weekend 2 years ago...thinking about the last few days that I had with him. One of the memories that sticks out most happened the Sunday before he passed away. I was talking with my good friend Becky B. who was like Ben's second mother. She ALWAYS took him for Memorial Weekend so that I could take my kids camping - it was tradition. So...that year (the week before) we were talking about it at church. It was then that I had a strong feeling that I should stay with Ben. I didn't know why and I felt badly because when I told Becky B. that I wanted to keep him that weekend I could tell she was sad. And at the same time I was feeling guilty because I know my children would be sad not to go camping. But I followed the feeling that I had and I made plans to spend the weekend with my sister instead.
How grateful I am for the tender mercy that Heavenly Father showed me by prompting me to stay with Ben. I can't even imagine how I would have felt had I not been present.
How grateful I am for those last few days.
It truly was a gift.