Today was a difficult day. My sweet Grandpa is going downhill. He's leaving the hospital tomorrow to go back home where his ENTIRE adoring family will surround him and keep him comfortable until God is able to
I don't really have many words to speak, so I'm going to let an OLD OLD POST from my OLD OLD BLOG (that you may or may not have seen at one point) tell you some words I think are worth repeating.
SEPTEMBER 29, 2007
I love my Grandpa in a way that many grandchildren don't get to enjoy. He has been such an inspiration to me of the kind of grandparent I want to be some day. My Grandpa just loved to spend time at the beach - and camping in his RV. He was one of those types that lived half the year in his RV when he got the chance. (Or, it seemed to be half a year to me, it was always too long!)
He taught me that you could go fishing with hot-dogs and marshmallows. He challenged me to spice life up a bit by daring me to shake dried hot peppers on my pizza. He encouraged me as a child to keep on trying, by blowing on a red light until it turned green. He taught me the true meaning of patience when he was surrounded by all of his grandchildren, none of whom were very quiet, and he smiled that amazing smile anyway.
He showed me what real grief felt like when, on a trip back from the beach with just me in the truck, he replayed the story of his little girl getting hit and killed on the road in front of their house. He showed me what forgiveness and grace looked like, when he would attend family functions even though my Grandmother, who he had long since divorced, was at those same functions. He showed me what true love was like when he cared for my Step-Grandma during the last stages of her fight with cancer. He showed me what genuine concern for others meant when he would have me stay the night at his house when I got off work late, instead of driving all the way home.
He showed me what it meant to not judge others BOTH times I ran out of fuel in my car on the highway and he came to my rescue. He also has showed me in numerous ways that loving your family and spending time with them CAN be a number one priority for a man. I am honored to have grown up as his Granddaughter. I am not ready for him to leave this earth, and I'm not sure I ever will be, but I am ready to honor him forever.
I should mention here, that I AM now ready for him to leave this earth, because now we know that his decision to accept Christ has paved the road for his eternity! The transition right now isn't so fun, but knowing where he will spend forever makes my heart soar.
I really appreciate all the concern and the prayers that have been expressed. Our family is hurting, it is normal, and it is ok. It just hurts really dang bad.
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