Last Sunday I could never have imagined I’d be writing this blog post this Sunday. As Darin & I sat in his room watching the service at our church, worshiping right along with everyone, we were filled with peace. Supported & encouraged by the powerful prayers of so many of our loved ones. We waved back to those that waved at us & opened our hearts & spirits in song.
But as has so often been the case on this cancer journey, on Monday we were met with yet another turning point. In hospital Darin was in pain. Terrible pain … which was agonizing for all of us. In his quiet, calm manor he handled it well .. with inner strength that comes from God alone. While we grappled with decisions over what could be done, what should be done & what God was doing, he rested. Heavily medicated he slept, & then woke & smiled & made us laugh. Typical Darin. Always, always, always loving, kind, so considerate & sweet.
We wept in private & comforted him always. We prayed for a miracle … & I believe we got one. A living, breathing, real-life miracle named Darin. Fully surrendered to God. Forever in our hearts.
Rest in peace our sweet angel. Safe in arms of Jesus.