As I listened the other day to FoxNews, I heard the most precious story of a couple married for 72 years. By now, you’ve probably heard about them. But I just couldn’t help writing about them.
Gordon Yeager proposed to his sweetheart the day before Norma graduated from high school. They were married the next day, the day she graduated, May 26, 1939.
They were always by each other’s side. Each saying they had to “stick around” for the other. They truly enjoyed being together, even though they had their arguments.
On October 12, 2011, Norma and Gordon suffered extensive injuries in a car accident. They were rushed to the hospital and put in ICU. The hospital workers knew not to separate them and pushed their beds together. They held hands even after the morphine took affect and they became unresponsive.
The injuries were more than their bodies could withstand or recover from and at 3:38 p.m., Gordon died.
The son noticed that his father had stopped breathing but his heart had continued to register on the heart monitor. Confused, he asked the nurse about it.
She told him that because the two were holding hands, Gordon’s machine was picking up Norma’s heartbeat…her heart was beating through him.
Exactly one hour later, at 4:38 p.m., Norma died.
Hand in hand in life; hand in hand in death.
Sharing one casket, they held hands. After cremation, their ashes were mixed together.
Such a sweet love story. They had their ups and downs but always wanted to be with each other.
The one thing that blew me away was…her heartbeat beating through him. One heartbeat beating as two. One heartbeat of a living one beating through one dead to this world.
Isn’t that what the Lord wants for us? To be dead to this world yet have His heart beating within us? To be connected to Him throughout life, walking hand in hand. And in death, still holding His hand.