Yesterday I received the call that my grandfather passed away. I wrote about his health a few weeks back; the final years of his life were difficult because of a variety of physical ailments. Although I’m certainly sad that he’s gone, I have to admit to a sense of relief as well. Knowing that he’s no longer in pain is comforting, as is the knowledge that he’s now with the Lord.
Last year I did a series of posts entitled Another Man. I’d read somewhere that in order for a boy to grow into a man, he needs the influence of another man. I spent some time reflecting on the most influential men in my life. I couldn’t help but honor the influence of my grandfather, which I did in a post called Another Man, Number Four. As I read back over that post, I realize that I wrote it exactly one year ago yesterday; a year to the day prior to my grandfather’s passing. Yesterday was also a significant day as it was my grandparents’ anniversary. I’m just taking a guess, but I’d say it was something like 70 years ago yesterday that my grandparents were married. I’d like to think that he’s somehow reunited with her even now. I’d like to think that after 20 years, he’s finally reunited with his son, my father. And I’d like to think they’re all anxiously awaiting our arrival as well.
Tuesday will be one of the great honors of my life: I’ll preach my grandfather’s funeral. Strange as it sounds, I’m looking forward to it. I want the chance to publicly remember my grandfather’s life of enduring faithfulness. I pray that God will give me the strength and the words to adequately memorialize the patriarch of our family.
We all miss you, Grandaddy. But I know we’ll see you again soon.