blogger mom

It was a long week, especially for my mom and my grandma. Now, Grandpa can rest.

We were told on Tuesday morning at 7:30 that he would only be with us for about 30 more minutes. He did not leave us until today at 1:20. He would not give up for some reason, even going almost 12 hours today without a pulse. I was not in the room when he finally passed away, but my parents and my grandma described a very beautiful experience.

There were many times on Tuesday as I sat by his bed that I struggled to keep it together. At one point I completely lost it. My grandma, filled with God's grace and strength, said to my grandpa, "Daddy, I'm going to sing to you now." And she began to sing this...

What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face,
The One who saved me by His grace;
When He takes me by the hand,
And leads me through the Promised Land,
What a day, glorious day, that will be.

What a gift he has been to me over the past 30 years. I couldn't imagine a better grandpa. Tonight my parents will tell my brother. He'll be getting home from jail just in time for the viewing and funeral. He doesn't know what has been going on this week, and I'm praying that God will be very close to him during these last few days he has to spend there. I can't imagine being separated from my family right now.