Yesterday I found out that my Grandfather passed away. After the initial shock I had a good long cry and went downstairs to tell my husband the bad news. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised (he was 90), and lived a full and long life. Phillip embraced me in a nice long hug and assured me that everything was going to be okay. I went downstairs to my office, sat at my computer stared into space and thought about all of those opportunities that I had to really sit down and talk to him and didn’t. I wished that I knew him better. Hind site is 20/20, and I fully acknowledge that this is what most people do after the death of a loved one. I just couldn’t shake the fact that I truly didn’t know who he was as a person. Sure he was my grandfather, but aside from that obvious point; who was he really? I honestly didn’t know. I can’t in all truthfulness say that I saw him very often. In fact, out of all of his grandchildren I probably saw him the least.
Despite that fact, I saw him as a constant force in my life with whom I always assumed would be around. I know this sounds crazy (everyone dies) but I always counted on seeing him at various family gatherings and holidays. When I lived closer to him I saw him quite often, but that was short lived. I have memories of occasionally taking him to the market when he needed to go, and it was at that point and time that I really talked to him. But unfortunately (in my mind) that was not enough time. I’m just happy that I had the opportunity to see him a couple of weeks ago.
There is no doubt in my mind that he loved all of his grandchildren. I just wish that I spent more time getting to know who he really was. I am happy and secure in the fact that he is safe in the loving arms of our Heavenly Father. I just want to send this message into the void, I love you Amick and you will always remain a constant presence in my heart.
Adoration, Praise, and Thanksgiving
By Elizabeth Craven
I thank Thee, God, that I have lived
In this great world and known it’s many joys;
The song of birds, the strong, sweet scent of hay
And the cooling breezes in the secret dusk,
The flaming sunsets at the close of day,
Hills, and the lonely, heather covered moors,
Music at night, and moonlight on the sea,
The beat of waves upon the rocky shore
And wild, white spray, flung high in ecstasy:
The faithful eyes of dogs, and treasured books,
The love of kin and fellowship of friends,
And all that makes life dear and beautiful.
I thank Thee, too, that there has come to me
A little heartache and the loneliness
That comes with parting, and the word, “Goodbye,”
Dawn breaking after dreary hours of pain,
When I discovered that night’s gloom must yield
And morning light break through to me again.
Because of these and other blessings poured
Unasked upon my wondering head,
Because I know that there is yet to come
An even richer and more glorious life,
And most of all, because Thine only Son
Once sacrificed life’s loveliness for me-
I thank Thee, God, that I have lived.
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