A decade ago was the first time I was ever close to loosing a loved one. It was my grandfather. He was the kind of grandfather that everyone would love to have. A knowledgeable, patient, loving person who could always make me laugh with his stories and jokes. I loved him for who he was and could have endless hours of fun when am by his side talking. He was selfless in his love and I think that was because he had God inside of him. His last few months where difficult has Parkinson's took away his motor capabilities.
We knew he was soon to pass and be with God but I dreaded the moment. To me he was one of the most beautiful people I know and I wanted him to watch me grow older and make him proud. The day finally came and I was shocked. But strangely I could not feel sadness, but instead felt joy. As we drove to his home I could sense him all around me and so much of joy in him. I could see him play tennis like he loved to, I could hear him say he was free and able to do all he wanted to do and could not do for years, I could feel him slowly bid me farewell and say he would be waiting for me on the other side.
When I walked into the home and saw his body in the coffin to me the reality was he was not there. He was happy, smiling, looking at us and glad that we had come together to bid him farewell. I did not cry that day, in fact I only cried when I missed him and not because he died. I remember the day in some ways as one of the most beautiful days in my life since the joy I sensed in him overshadowed my worries and fears for myself in loosing him.
We knew he was soon to pass and be with God but I dreaded the moment. To me he was one of the most beautiful people I know and I wanted him to watch me grow older and make him proud. The day finally came and I was shocked. But strangely I could not feel sadness, but instead felt joy. As we drove to his home I could sense him all around me and so much of joy in him. I could see him play tennis like he loved to, I could hear him say he was free and able to do all he wanted to do and could not do for years, I could feel him slowly bid me farewell and say he would be waiting for me on the other side.
When I walked into the home and saw his body in the coffin to me the reality was he was not there. He was happy, smiling, looking at us and glad that we had come together to bid him farewell. I did not cry that day, in fact I only cried when I missed him and not because he died. I remember the day in some ways as one of the most beautiful days in my life since the joy I sensed in him overshadowed my worries and fears for myself in loosing him.
His life personified love and on his grave we inscribed 'Love never Ends' because the truth is it does not.
Today, 10 years later and 1 day earlier my grandmother went to be with the Lord. She is a person of prayer whose prayers have touched and changed our lives and many others. The power of her life was not just in shaping this generation but I believe her prayers will remain like incense before God and answers will keep coming and changing things in his time. My mom called to tell me and and as I sit here sobbing thinking of the best of times I am again reminded of the beauty of death in Christ. We had the best of times with her and yes, we will miss her terribly, everyday. But knowing she is in a better place and grandpa finally has company makes me want to smile.
Dear Mister God this is @ina... Thank you for teaching me Love never ends, in You.
2 comments:
Hey yor're back to writing again !! Great! Sorry about the demise of ur GrandMother. Glory awaits on the other side where we can see our Master face to face and every tear will fade...Syl
Hi Syl!
Thank you. Nice to see you here... meet you soon!
atina
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