To my dear, beloved husband of almost 43 years: You are trying to sleep right now behind me, fully clothed in your work attire, on a noisy crunchy plastic couch several feet shorter than you are. [You are] here with me in the hospital, after a very long hard day full of all kinds of stress, sacrificing, trying with all that is in you to serve me and help me. It's a very appropriate picture of your life as my husband these many years...
He knows the words well by now, They bring back so many memories—raising nine children, years of missionary work in Taiwan, countless hikes and adventures and books read aloud in the evenings. The letter is creased and worn from many readings. He doesn't know when she wrote it, exactly, but it must have been only a week or so before the end—before November 21, 2018, when cancer overwhelmed her body and sent her on ahead to God..."
"I have had the immense privilege of working for Dr. Hake and being in several of his classes over the last three years. His attitude of faithful reliance on God, even in the midst of staggering personal loss, has greatly inspired and challenged me. I am so grateful for the opportunity to tell the Hakes' story."