Over the last several years I’ve received two texts from Elizabeth. One wishing me a happy birthday in 2019 and another one in October 2020 around her Anniversary. We did not share our time together in text or emails, but almost exclusively in person. We did not entertain a social media presence, but got together as much as we could. Of course, three quarters of 2020 we spent apart to spare more misery of a SARS-CoV-2 infection.
It was one opportune day in September 2020 we did break quarantine. Where I live, due to a heat storm, we lost power for two days. My sister Ruth rescued us by offering her house for a nearly three day visit, and on one of those days, Elizabeth ventured out and we got to see each other, unknowing it would be for the last time. If we only had a few more minutes, days, or years together! No more birthdays to celebrate. No more holidays. No more.
Some gain comfort in an afterlife, where we will be reunited, but I would consider that a type of inferno. When God gives us our final embrace on this Earth and welcomes us, it’s with Him. I don’t know nor gain any comfort in Heaven, other than it’s the great divorce. We loved each other together in the flesh, and we can never get that back.