My grandfather entered into the ranks of our "great cloud of witnesses" (Heb. 12) this evening. After a long struggle with COPD and heart problems, he went home tonight peacefully, with my mother at his side.
I have so many happy memories of this man. He was always so cheerful, and had a great sense of humor. I think I'll miss his laugh more than anything. He loved his family and church, and had one of the strongest senses of duty I have ever seen. He worked very hard; I thought he never would retire. He finally did - at age 82.
But one of the things that has struck me most today as I anticipated the call telling me he was gone, and since I have received it, was about heritage. How thankful I am that God placed me in the family He did. I don't know if Granddad ever thought about leaving us all with a specific heritage, but he and my grandmother have. I am proud of the man he was. He will be greatly missed.