Today, my mind is constantly drifting to memories I have of my grandfather. I suppose it makes sense since it’s been almost a year since he passed. Here are some of my favorite ones:
1) Anytime he sang. His favorite song until the day he died was one he learned as a child. Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam. Hearing him sing was wonderful and he did so until he couldn’t sing anymore.
2) His prayers – especially on Easter. He would stand (even when it was hard) and he would weep with JOY over the blessings he had received from our Father. It touched me deeply to see how overcome with emotion he was when all I could think about was that next bite of turkey.
3) How he loved children in the house. His face just lit up when little children were around. He would smile and loved having my sweet cousin, Caoilinn (hope I spelled that right, Jill!) sit on his lap.
My grandfather, was a great man. And as I sit here in pain over how much I miss him, I am comforted by this thought.
That I do not weep as though I have no hope. I know where he is. And it’s a place with no more sorrow and no more pain. His back doesn’t hurt and his only focus is on his Savior. I know that is just what he would tell me too.
So cheers to my grandad – and the beautiful example he was to me during his lifetime.
“Where , O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?”