My grandfather on my father’s side has passed away. He was certainly older, at 84, but his passing was a surprise to everyone, including my grandma, Alice.

He had been in the hospital for not feeling well, and was seen and then released. He died in his house, that night. He had fallen over on the way to the bathroom and ended up in heaven. We are certainly sorry to see him go, but we are also glad that he is no longer suffering. He was losing his memory and mind and wasn’t able to enjoy life like he should. When my dad had visited him that day in the hospital, my grandpa didn’t recognize him, which is sad.

My dad has taken it hard, but is so happy that he knows for sure he will see him again in heaven. My dad wrote a great blog entry about my grandpa here.

I was able to have a few days off in my schedule, so it worked out well that I could be down in Texas with my family for the funeral. It was the next day, after the funeral, that I left for Atlanta to meet Laura there for our continued trip to Savannah for vacation. I’ve been behind keeping up this blog, through funerals, vacations, back to Texas for birthday celebrations, and working. So it has been fairly crazy, to say the least.

Funerals are never fun, but when someone knows who God is, and where He fits into our lives, funerals can be as much of a celebration as they are sad. For Christians, they are always bittersweet times. I look forward to seeing my grandpa again someday.

For photos of the funeral, click here, or click grandpa’s picture at the top of the page.

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