From an article originally posted November 21, 2012…
Guest Post by Clarice Aeby
It was one, simple question. One that a caring niece asked a broken-hearted aunt. But the simplicity cannot be mistaken for insignificant.
We walked along Oregon’s beautiful Willamette River as it wandered its way through Eugene. Kara graciously matched her pace to mine and offered me the baby’s stroller handle to stay upright.
My happy life, just 3 days prior, had been shattered. The beautiful ugly of death had suddenly burst into my world. Jesus called John home. From the rainy Northwest to eternity. Oh, such magnificent beauty for John, the artist. What a gaping hole left in his wake. After 37 years of marriage our journeys—John’s and mine—suddenly diverged.
