James started coughing a lot, then one day he passed out in the repair shop.
The hospital doctor spoke softly but firmly:
“He has a heart problem. He needs to be operated on quickly.”
I was shocked.
He held my hand and smiled gently:
“Don’t look so scared, Sarah. I’ve been fixing broken things all my life… I’m going to fix this one too.”
I burst into tears.
Not because I was afraid of losing him, but because for the first time, I realized how much I loved him.
The operation lasted 6 hours.
I sat in the cold hallway, praying for him.
When the doctor came out, he smiled gently:
“The operation was successful. He is a very strong man.”
I bowed my head, tears streaming down my face—not because of fear, but because I knew God had given me more time with Him.
When James woke up, he whispered:
“I dreamed you were making tea. I knew I couldn’t go anywhere because I hadn’t had that cup of tea yet.”
I held his hand, laughing and crying:
“I will do it for you forever, as long as you are here.”
After the operation, I took time off work to take care of him.
Every morning I read him a story; every afternoon he sat by the window and watched the maple leaves fall on the porch.
Once he said: