During the first weeks and months after his death, I would pull that card out and fuss at him for not keeping his promise. Two years later, as I showed it to a friend, I realized that he hadn't broken his promise after all. He had only promised to do those things as long as he lived. In my mind he had promised to do them as long as I lived. Quite a difference.
Scripture is full of promises.
Many times I interpret them the way I want. Yet if it ever appears that God hasn't kept a promise, I know that I am the one who is mistaken. God's Word does promise happily ever after, just not here on earth. I seem to forget those verses when I'm whining to God about how unfair my life is. In the months prior to my husband's death, I had spent many hours reading the Psalms.