Amy's 'momentary trouble'

The day Amy passed away; Vinny pulled me aside and wanted to talk to me privately. Earlier, shortly after Amy had passed, I asked Vinny if he wanted to go into the bedroom and say good-bye to her. I assured him that I would be with him and at first he said that he would like to, but once we stepped into the bedroom, he said that he no longer wanted to and that she looked scary. So, I took him back out and told him that that was OK. So, we went to my bedroom (the funeral home came and took Amy, hours earlier) for our private chat. I asked Vinny what was on his mind and he told me that he heard momma’s voice. Our house was pretty full by then with relatives and people from church, so I told him that I wasn’t surprised that he mistook someone’s voice for Amy’s, but he was insistent and said ‘No! It was momma’s voice!’ Hearing the urgency in his own voice I reassured him and said that it was OK and that mommy wasn’t a ghost. Again, he shook his head and said ‘No, daddy, I heard her say, Vinny, I love you…it will be OK.’

Sometimes my human side, the side that doesn’t see hope, wonders if it will ever be OK again. And on my own, it probably wouldn’t be, but I have to rely on God and in His might power to help me…help the kids through this. There is not a minute that goes by that I don’t think of her…that I wish she was just in the other room.

Psalm 46:1-3 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.

For the love of Amy - V