Randall with his new set of wheels
In August of 2014, my husband Randall was diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease). When the doctor confirmed his diagnosis, he looked up at me from his scooter, grinned and said, "Honey, God is going to get the glory out of this." I smiled back, knowing that there was truth in what he said.
I watched God transform my husbands life over 7 months. People from all over would come and visit him. Grown men would break down and cry and say, "Randall, you make me ashamed of the things I complain about, when I see you." My dear husband would look up to heaven raise his hand as best he could and give God the glory. He never complained about the loss of his muscles, a feeding tube and so on. He was grateful regardless.
Together we just loved one another more than ever and took one day at time and made them wonderful days no matter the circumstances. We did things differently but with the same end results. My dear husband after 13 years of marriage and his 57 years on God's earth, passed away on March 4, 2015.
Everyday, I thank my Lord for choosing me to be his caregiver and, for saving the best for last; my Randall. He was my hero, and it was an honor and privilege taking care of him until the Lord called him ...home. I miss him everyday, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, we will be reunited one day, and I will get to see sweetest man I've ever known 'running' down streets of gold. I almost wasn't going to write my story, but do so with tears of joy and no regrets.
"Thank you Lord, my Savior and the Lover of my soul for allowing me to take care of your servant Randall. Wrap him in your arms Lord and tell him I love him and miss him, until we meet on those celestial shores with...You."