This has been a rough few weeks. Err...a rough year, let's say. Today we lost my precious grandfather, Jesse. Eight months ago, my grandmother also passed away on Easter sunday. I want to ball up, scream and cry, and feel sorry for myself. But...I know God is good and he knows things that I don't or can't quite understand. So I will be thankful and gracious for the time I could spend with my "papaw" in the 30-some years I was gifted and the memories I can keep forever.
He was the kindest, sweetest man I have ever known. Maybe, ever lived. He gave the best hugs. He was proud of his family and loved us greater than you could fathom. He was also deaf. And even though his speech wasn't always clear, he had the warmest voice that spoke words of love. I will miss his voice.
I know where he is today. He is with my grandmother and the others that have gone on before us. He isn't in pain or suffering. He has no fear of what's to come....and he can hear! I can only imagine what joy is going on in Heaven at this moment! I will take comfort in knowing that he is in a better place.
I will miss and love you always, Papaw.