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November 30, 2006
They found more of Doug.
More in the vehicle.
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I had already received a phone call about a month after Doug’s funeral – they had DNA tested more of Doug. The second urn would be flown in that next week. Then, six months after the nightmare began, I received another phone call. This is what I wrote in my book Revelations.
It was six months and five days after Doug’s death when I received the phone call.
“Nic, are you sitting down?” Bob my stateside Casualty Assistance Officer said.
I knew as soon as he spoke those words what he had called to tell me. As I listened to Bob’s words my body just went numb, and unlike when the soldier’s knocked on my door the tears gushed forth without any hesitation. I remember my frantic voice asking Bob why it had taken six months to identify more of my husband and what part of Doug was arriving in urn number three. . .
I don’t think any words can do my emotions justice. All I can say is with each urn you relive everything you have already been through, and with each memory the wounds not only double, they multiply.
The questions were coming more rapidly now. What did my Doug look life when they pulled him from the vehicle? Did he feel the blast? Did he suffer? What was in urn number three?
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Those questions were constantly on my mind. I was in the dark. No one was telling me exactly what had happened to Doug. I knew an IED had killed him, but I didn’t know if he had suffered. I didn’t know much of anything at that point. And it haunted me.
My husband was now coming home – for the third time.
But here is what I knew. Here is the hope I clung to: those ashes would not be ashes forever.
“Behold, I tell you a mystery; we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet; for the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable and we will be changed. 1 Cor. 15:51-52
Those ashes would one day take to the sky.
I gotta see that day!
This is the hope we have. “May your hearts be made strong so that you will be holy and without fault before our God and Father when our Lord Jesus comes with all his holy ones.” 1 Thess. 3:13
Thankfully, my God made my heart strong. And now, 6 years after that third urn came home, Heaven is more clear, this earth’s treasures have been put into perspective, and the hope of His coming has taken place of the pain. Now I am just giddy – GIDDY – about the reunion. I can’t wait to see my Savior. I can’t wait to see my Doug. I just can’t wait.
I pray, today, your heart will be made strong. I pray, today, you would dare to believe. I pray, today, you would see Hope coming. He is coming. And Jesus SHINES.
Amen and Amen. Come Quickly, Lord Jesus.