“When my husband of 40 years died suddenly of cardiac arrest last summer, it broke me in ways that I could never have imagined. Paul had been my soul mate, and living without him made my once vivid and joyful life seem dim and gray. I missed him more every day and I knew one thing beyond question: I would never be the same without his love. I was also convinced that my broken heart would never heal from the pain of being separated from him.
“As autumn rolled around, my grief was still as fresh as if I had lost Paul yesterday. We used to love sitting out on our back porch, enjoying the cool October evenings and watching flocks of birds fly toward their warm winter oasis. ‘I think it’s high time we became snowbirds and flew south,’ he’d say with a laugh and a wink. ‘I wonder how they know exactly where to fly? They must have a GPS in their hearts.’
“One beautiful fall evening, I found myself sitting out on the porch alone, longing for my husband. Lord, I miss him so much, I don’t know how to go on without him, I prayed desperately as tears streamed down my face. “The second my heart sent up that cry, I suddenly heard a chorus of honking. I looked up into the sky and saw the silhouettes of a flock of Canadian geese in a perfect V formation, flying south for the winter. Snowbirds, my heart echoed in awe. I felt a warm sense of love surround me, as if Paul were standing right next to me with his arms wrapped tightly around me.
“In that moment, I understood: Paul’s love hadn’t left me after all. Love was an invisible, unbreakable bond. It’s a GPS God puts in our hearts so we can always find one another…and never truly be lost.”
—Lee Coving, 51, Cleveland