My Grandfather

Today I said goodbye to my grandfather. He was 81 years old and in the past year and half became very feeble. Although his death today was pretty unexpected, I had prepared myself for his death for the past five years. But no matter how much time you have to prepare yourself, death is hard and difficult especially when you are there for the end. But I knew that I wanted to be there with my grandfather as he lived his last hour. I wanted to be there to comfort him and support him, show him how much we all loved him and be able to pray for him. God's presence was certainly in the room as we watched him in his last hour. Thank you Jesus for always being there for us. Many memories flooded my mind as I watched him drawing near to his end here on earth. I could remember always being that interested in Nanny cutting his hair that I would be stepping on his toes by accident watching in curiousity. I could remember all the camping trips that I went on with him. I could remember the times we drove down around the bay. I could remember all the times he gave money to me which believe me was often... it started with one dollar bills and eventually in the most recent years twenty dollar bills. I reflected a lot as he passed away and I prayed silently to myself. But let me say that my grandfather looked very peaceful when he died and in fact looked like he was sleeping. I thank God for that. I also that God for the life that he had and I pray that his funeral may be a funeral of celebration. My grandfather was a very special man to me and I am very thankful that I was able to be close to him.

In faith, Rebecca