grandpa

In the early hours of the morning the Lord called our grandfather home.

He was a man that made every effort to be in church on Sundays and spoke of the Lord in conversations.

He would rub his hand up and down our cheeks and show great affection with his eyes when he spoke; always interested in our lives. Every card given by our grandparents was written by grandpa. With a perfect slant, and long narrow strokes, he would write the sweetest thoughts at our birthdays and Christmas. These cards were cherished by all of the grandchildren. He wrote how special we were to him,and he gave encouragement that the Lord would be with us in all things.

During the past few months, grandpa's speech was slowly taken away from him due to a series of small strokes. This became a great trial to both of my grandparents. His words often relayed wisdom; he asked questions, and not to have these smooth running conversations made things very difficult and trying for him. Eventually the conversations took place over the white board he carried around. When we would visit, he would write down the names of all of the kids and we would talk about each one. His interest and care for his family and friends never left him, even without the use of his speech.

                         This picture is just priceless with their four great-grandchildren.

Many years ago with his little boys.

Laughing and enjoying his family during last year's thanksgiving-get together.

On his 91st birthday in September.

Psalter 187:4..."and they that love His Name with Him shall live."

Thanks be to God for this hope!