A couple of week's ago my Grandpa went home to Heaven. He was 91 years old and as able as ever! The morning of his heart attack he was out mowing. Not too long ago, he was out on the roof fixing a leak. He regularly went to the farm to check on his cows or fix things around the farm. I am so thankful that after his heart attack he was given a couple of more days in the hospital for my dad to make it down to be with him.
His funeral was such a celebration! It feels strange and wrong to "enjoy" a funeral, but it was so wonderful! He led such an awesome life and the more I heard about him and his old stories, the more I was so proud of him. He grew up during a very hard economic time, worked hard on a farm, got married at 16 (which I'm sure was also quite difficult, considering he was just a kid!), went off to war, worked night shifts, and rose up his family in the way of the Lord! I never heard him complain. Actually, I never heard him say a negative thing about anyone or anything! That is quite amazing. He didn't say much. Maybe that was the key, haha. Everyone listened in closely when he said something in his soft voice because it must be important.
My favorite part was when the soldier played Taps on the bugle. So beautiful. That's when I realized how proud I was of my Grandpa. I am proud that he followed God. I am so thankful that he taught my Dad how to love the Lord, which in turn my Dad passed down to me, and to my family. What a perfect legacy. It makes me think of the song called the Blessing,
"The Lord bless you, and keep you, make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you. The Lord turn His face toward you, and give you peace."
"May His favor, be upon you, for a thousand generations, and your family and their children, and their children, and their children...."
Very true and I am so thankful for my wonderful family. Happy Father's day in heaven to Grandpa and to my Dad who carries on the legacy. God has definitely blessed me in the family department.
