"Yea though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me." Psalm 23:4
Grandpa Sam now makes that journey. Early today, with my mother holding his hand, he gave up his fight. I think that the fact that he fought against his illness to the very end was not because he was afraid of death, he had faith. I believe that he just valued this life that God gave him.
We all lost a great man. He was a man of virtue. He garnered respect in his community. He was passionate about family. His strong love of his children and grandchildren led him to be an obsessive worrier. He tried so hard to make sure that we were all okay. And that's a lot of worrying because there are a lot of us! His love for us was apparent, he reminded us all the time how much he loved us and how proud he was of us.
I finally found the words that have been bouncing around in my head while I watched my grandfather's battle.
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - - -Dylan Thomas
4 comments:
Adri, I'm so sorry to hear about the loss of your grandfather, but he sounded like a man of great faith and I'm sure he joyfully awaits your reunion one day.
God bless you and yours.
Oh, Adri, I am so sorry for your loss. (((HUGEHUGS)))
Adri, your words about your dear grandfather were beatifully said and the "mass" today confirms what you have said.
Oh honey! ((((HUGS))) It seems never ending, I'm sure.
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