I received an invitation this morning. My recently deceased husband, Scott invited me to become linked to him on LinkedIn. He even invited me to leave a personal message for him. “Staying in touch with valuable contacts can help you in your career. Quickly connect to this person you may know.”
It came in my morning email. Asking me, “Do You Know Scott Winters?” There is this little thing that happens inside of me, every time I see his name in print, or hear his name said out loud It is the same feeling I had when I met him for the very first time. My heart skipped a beat, like leaping for joy, really. I am so grateful that after (wait…doing the math on a piece of paper) twenty-eight years of loving someone, that they can still make your heart be so joyful.
As I listen to the church bells at St. Augustine’s ring 10 am, it reminds me of one of the reasons why we bought this home. It was our fourth home, one we purchased after renting for a year in Providence. I couldn’t wait to get back into my own space with a back yard. Scott’s backyard, really. How he loved to sit outside and listen to those bells. me, I’m not so much of a sitter downer. More of a get stuff done person.
So Scott’s invitation to send him a personal message was too good to pass up. It got me to thinking about what would I say to him, if I had the chance to speak to him one more time:
“How’s the weather in heaven?” (It could be a bit awkward in the beginning, so just casual banter to start.)
“Who do you have lunch with?”
“Where did you put the _____?” (there a million of those questions)
“Do you miss us?”
“Did God tell you why you had to leave?”
“When will we all be together again?” (ok, no real rush on that one!)
“Do you see how hard I’m trying to keep it all running?”
“Am I doing a good job?”
and the most important of all…
“I’m so glad I had the chance to love you.”
Yes, Linked In. I do know Scott Winters. And thanks for letting me tell him how much I love him, one more time.