A Glimpse of True Love

Today my Rooster’s mom, the woman who raised him, Jessie VanArsdale, left her broken earthly body behind and rejoined her true love in the heavens.

While all those who were lucky enough to have had their lives touched by Jessie are grieving today, she is surely dancing.

This isn’t sad story.  This is a story about True Love.

Jessie’s truest love was Doc VanArsdale.  They were together for 20+ blissful years. They lived for one another and for their families in sickness and in health until the very day that Doc was called to leave this life.

Doc had a brain aneurysm six years ago, and while he laid in his hospital bed in a coma, Jessie held his hand.  She held his hand day and night.  And even though Doc was in a coma he rubbed her finger with his thumb within their clasped hands.  Even a coma could not block their love from shining through.  He rubbed that finger for so long that Jessie developed a sore.  But she didn’t let go then, she was determined, fated and driven by their fierce love to hold on.

Sadly Doc never did recover and Jessie lost him.  When that sore started healing she panicked and felt that she would forever lose the memory of their final days together.

Until one day, just before it healed, she had an idea.

Jessie had a heart tattooed right in the same spot that the sore once lived.    It was the only tattoo she had, and it lived on in brilliant purple, the favorite color they shared, until when she was lucky enough to rejoin him.

We are all sad today, but we also rejoice knowing that Jessie is whole again and has been reunited with her soul mate.  The bells are ringing in heaven today.  Rest in Peace Jessie.  Thank you for all you did for the many lives you touched.

I am honored and humbled to have had her touch my life.    I am immensely happy to have learned this story this week and allow her memory to live on by sharing it with you.

True love never dies.

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