Kevin and I would like to dedicate this blog space in remembrance of my grandpa, a very special man who passed away a few days ago. He lived a very full and long life -- and even celebrated his 90th birthday this February with his family.
Grandpa is survived by his 4 children, 10 grandchildren, and 13 great-grandchildren. He was a very loving and hard-working man who cared deeply for his family and would do anything for them. Due to our travels, Kevin and I missed his 90th birthday celebration, which I regret, especially now that I know I will not be able to make it up to him. I pray that grandpa can hear my prayers and knows how much I love him. I love you grandpa and I will always miss your laugh after each of our hugs (the best hugs got the loudest squeak, right?)
February 8, 1919 - April 25, 2009
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon
and someone at my side says
She is gone.
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large now as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says she is gone,
there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout -
There she comes!
That is what dying is.
A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up o' Lord, so that we may see further.