I've been so incredibly blessed to have all of my grandparents for so long. My life has been so full because of the wonderful people they are. Now that my Grandad is no longer with me, I wonder what life looks like without him. Oh, I know that God is good and that my life is full and will continue to be so because of God's goodness. That truth will never be shaken in me. But what will my trips home be like without a visit with one of the men who helped make home what it is to me? How will I ever fully explain my home to my children without his presence?
I knew I would have to face these questions, and so many more, at some point. Grandad was 93 years old when he went to be with Jesus. I just wasn't planning on staring these questions in the face on February 23, 2012. I joyfully anticipated introducing my daughter to Grandad and had confidence I would be able to do so. His death was sudden and took us by surprise. He was strong and healthy. Even though his passing wasn't expected, I can't imagine him leaving this world in any other way. I've never known my Grandad to be weak, so him leaving this world while remaining strong is true to who he was.
Grandad was full of life, full of love and full of personality. I'm not sure Grandad ever met a stranger. His life was too short to not make friends with everyone he met and he was always full of stories and laughter. Grandad loved my Grandmother in such an amazing, powerful way; a way that helped me know how I should be loved by my Vernon. Grandad always introduced Grandmother as his "first wife" for the almost 67 years they were married. Grandad was one of the hardest working men I've ever known. He loved working outside in this beautiful Earth we've all been given. He could make anything grow and had the most amazing gardens you have ever seen. He grew so much squash every summer that all of his friends at church knew to keep their car doors locked unless they wanted a back seat full of squash! My Grandad always had a confidence in who he was and never questioned that. He knew his ideas were brilliant and would work. He knew that his life was good and that everyone should have that same joy. He knew that his source of joy was in the Lord. My Grandad was an evangelist until the day he died. He intended for everyone he met to meet the Lord and live their lives with Him. His faith was strong. His knowledge of the Bible was extensive . . . he loved reading the Word of God. My Grandad made sure the Lord was his top priority and brought that into every aspect of his life.
I've learned a lot from my Grandad. I'm sure my awareness of all he has poured into my life will only be strengthened over the next several weeks and months as I live my life without his presence. I pray for that to be the case. I don't want to miss anything he left for me.
My mother-in-law told me on the day that Grandad died that of all of the wonderful images she had of my Grandad in her head, her favorite was the one she carried with her of him working on the roof of his house at 90 years old. It's one of my favorites too! That's such a "Grandad thing" to do. Nothing ever really got in his way and there were no excuses to not get the job done. Thinking of that spurred me on to finishing the curtains in Olivia's room. I know that might sound like a strange way to grieve or cope with his loss, but somehow it helped. The night he fought for his life and the day he passed from this life to the next, I spent in my basement working relentlessly on those curtains until I got them finished. For whatever reason, they had been hanging over my head as a job I just couldn't get motivated to finish. My Grandad's spirit motivated me and spurred me on to complete my work so I could enjoy the fruit of my labor.
My heart is broken for the loss that our entire family has suffered. My heart is broken that my sister, myself and our families are not able to be at Grandad's funeral because of the new lives that we are celebrating in Audrey and Olivia. But I praise God that we can celebrate life. New life. Grandad's life. The life of Jesus that makes it a reality that my Grandad has been received into Glory. Grandad knows Victory now. He knows true Life and true Love now. He was an amazing minister of all those things on Earth, but for him to know them fully now gives me so much peace and joy. So, on this day that my family buries my Grandad's body in the Earth, we rejoice that his spirit is alive and well in Heaven; singing "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty!"
We love you, Grandad! Your legacy lives on in the lives of your children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. May all you have poured into us, overflow into the world to the glory of God.















































