This afternoon we received the call that I was so afraid of.
The call that would bring a rush of mixed emotions.
First, extreme sadness . . .
Then maybe a little bit of relief and joy on another's behalf.
God had called my grandpa home. His life on this earth was finished and God was ready to welcome him into the gates of heaven with his arms open wide.
I could just imagine that bright smile on my grandpa's face and that sparkle in his eye as he ran into the arms of God. What a glorious day it must be for him. A day that had so far only been dreamed of -- the day to finally see Jesus face to face.
He often spoke of such a day when there would be no more pain and no more suffering. His faith in God was strong and contagious. He left a great example behind for all of us -- something we all should pay attention to and strive to achieve. Though he was not perfect he did his best to do what he knew to be right in the sight of God.
It was so hard when I walked into his room and saw his lifeless body laying there on the bed. Completely emotionless and still.
I cried hysterically as I stood there.
Everyone told me to make sure I had enough time there with him before they came and took him away. I stood by his bedside with my hand on his arm, but it wasn't enough . . . I knew he was no longer in this body. With my hand on his arm, everything within me wished I could hug him and tell him I love him one last time and to have him hug me back. I am so thankful I had an opportunity Friday night while he was coherent for a few minutes to tell him I love him. I bent over him while he was in his bed and gave him a hug. I didn't want to let go. I heard him say to me "I love you. I love you forever." His last spoken words to me. Tears flowed down my face and I struggled to get out my reply. I will hold onto that moment forever.
Although I am overcome with grief, I rejoice. I rejoice in the fact that he is now and forever at peace and that he gets to walk the streets of gold at Jesus' side.
Sweet Monique, it is so hard to lose the ones we love. My heart hurts with you as I read your words,and it rejoices with you that you know he is in Jesus' arms. Love you and I'm praying for all of you.
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