After 2 years fighting stomach cancer, my Grandfather passed away November 21st. I have spent the last 2 weeks trying to decide whether or not his passing is something I should blog about. There is no way that I could ever sum up with mere words the greatness of this man in one post and I think that is what I was conflicted over. What I decided today though, was that I didn't have to do that.
My Grandpa read my blog religiously. He loved that I had my blog as a means to keep memories, which he also enjoyed. My grandparents house is full (and I mean ceiling to floor in some places!) with pictures. Hundreds of pictures and collages full of memories. Family, friends, places - everywhere. I love walking down the halls of their home because I am instantly taken back to when I was 2...9...12 (mercy, my outfits). Times that may have seemed insignificant to me at the time, but that were so important to my Grandparents to remember. I learned from them how important it is to "remember." How loved all us grand kids felt because our Grandpa wanted pictures of us all over his house. It didn't even come close to being the only way he showed us his love and devotion as our Grandfather, but it was something he really enjoyed and something us grand kids felt proud to be a part of.
I want to honor my Grandpa's tradition by being faithful in my own memory keeping - whether it's by keeping up with my blog, journaling, or hanging pictures on our walls. I want my kids to know by these actions how much we love them - and some day, their children, along with the personal relationships my Grandpa blessed us with.
A man of God, a humble servant, a loving father, grandfather and husband, encourager, fighter, believer, protector. My Grandpa. I miss you so much but I know you are celebrating with Jesus. I can't wait to see you again. Hallelujah!