Dating My Husband in Heaven
Hello! I am Lisa. A proud wife to my amazing husband in heaven, and mother to an incredible teenage daughter. Here on our blog you can read all about the journey of my husband and I as we have navigated being best friends here on earth to forging our bond even stronger as soulmates for eternity when he went to heaven. This is our story.
On Sept. 9th, 2022 at 38 years old my husband went to join the Lord in heaven. He hadn’t been ill. There were no major signs or warnings that we saw beforehand. But, in the wee hours of the morning around 5 am I was startled awake to hear my husband coughing in the bathroom. I raced down the hall and found him hunched over on the floor. He looked at me and his eyes were bloodshot. I don’t know how I knew he was having a heart attack, but somehow I knew.
The next second he clutched his chest and fell back against the bathroom door. I saw him begin to lose consciousness as I laid him down gently to the floor and sprinted to the phone. Less than a minute later I was on the phone with 911 and beginning CPR on my husband. For minutes while the ambulances, firemen, and police cars raced towards our home I was performing mouth to mouth and chest compressions on the love of my life. Sweat poured down my brow. I breathed life into his lungs. There was no time for me to panic. All of my attention was focused on saving his life.
The paramedics got there and took over as I stepped back into the hallway. More minutes passed by and I heard them shocking my husband’s heart. Then they whisked him off to the hospital. My daughter and I raced in the car following shortly thereafter.
When we arrived in the hospital everything seemed to move in slow motion. I said his name at the reception desk. They took us back to a quiet room. I remember saying to the male nurse, “I want to go see my husband!”. He told me I had to go to the quiet room first. We sat in there for a few minutes before a kind, female doctor came in. She explained that a team of 15 people performed all kinds of life-saving efforts on my husband. They gave him medicine. They used an AED. They put him on a ventilator. But ultimately they were unable to resuscitate him. At 38 years old he had a massive heart attack and passed away.
My daughter let out a wail of absolute soul-crushing sorrow. I froze in utter shock. Then I grabbed my daughter and held her tight. Several nurses and a chaplain came to support my daughter and I in our grief. “I need to see him” I said softly. They kept my daughter company while I went to see my husband alone.
He looked so peaceful on the bed as if he were taking a morning nap. “Oh sweetheart” I choked up quietly. I touched his smooth, cocoa skin. He felt cool to the touch. This was a stark contrast to his usual warm skin. Reality set in and then I put my face on his stomach and cried with every ounce of my being.
When I finally pulled myself together I stumbled back to my daughter in a fog. They gave me his wedding ring and the matching “ride or die” bracelet that he and I always wear. (To this day I wear them both and wear his ring on a necklace at my chest). Life, in the blink of an eye, had shattered and changed.
This blog is our story about life thereafter. My husband and I are Christians so you will see our beliefs woven into our posts. But I also want you to see the overall theme: our loved ones are all around us. All you have to do is speak to them, quiet your own mind and heart, and listen. They will talk back. I know because my husband speaks to me regularly. While I cannot have normal conversations like we used to have while he was here on earth, the tiny whispers, signs in the universe, and gentle nudges from above, are everything my soul needs to keep going. This is the story of my family… a wife and daughter here on earth, and a husband in heaven, and how we still make things work as a family of three looking just a little bit different. I hope you enjoy our story. God bless you.