My life radically changed on this date in 2010.
I was finishing up lectures at Trinity School for Ministry in Ambridge, PA when I received the worst phone call. It was my wife, Rhonda. “Davey, I’m in the hospital. I have a brain tumor,” she said. I rushed to the airport and flew home. Ed Lewis met me at Toronto Pearson airport and we drove to Hamilton General hospital. It was the saddest day in my life.
Rhonda died less than a month later, on May 26th.
Today, I write this blog from London Heathrow airport. I am flying home, again, having spent the week with leaders in the Fellowship of Confessing Anglicans. The theme for the conference was The Sufficiency and Uniqueness of the Lord, Jesus Christ.
I am committed to walking honestly through this journey of grief and pain, so I will not lie to you; the past year has held times of deep pain and sadness for both Matthew and me. Having said that, not every day is sad. In fact, more and more, I find myself able to engage memories of my wife. I am better able to process my loss. On this... continued