Two weeks ago, just as the TSC group arrived, I received word that my 92yr old grandpa passed away. No grandpa’s left, just one grandma. He was a career carpenter, quiet, humble, and hard working. He raised 13 kids, some better than others (Hi Mom!), a devout Catholic, finishing his life with an open heart of faith toward the Lord.
For as long as I can remember, Grandpa required his hearing aid to even remotely carry a conversion. His responses were always louder than they needed to be, the years of buzzing saws and hammers caught up to him later in life. He loved hockey, his team, the Montreal Canadiens, which is listened to regularly during the days of radio. He found the world we live in incredibly and unnecessarily complex. I tried to explain the nature of my business countless times, the Internet, computers, that wasn’t anything worth his time but he would chuckle at how confusing everything was.
I’m thankful I spent time with him last year when we visited Canada. I’m saddened I didn’t make the funeral, but I hope my families witness blessed him while alive. It won’t be long before I’m watching my grand-kids run around trying to introduce some new gadget or space time continuum to my unbelieving eyes, I’ll look back and remember poor Grandpa Death is our most powerful preacher, it’s the brick wall at the end of the line, we’re all racing toward it. Thank you God for hope supplied through Jesus Christ, and the furnished proof that there is life on the other side.
2 Corinthians 5:1
1 For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
You write well,few can put their deepests thoughts down on paper,or what ever this email stuff is called.Grandpa always was never sure what in the world you were doing over there also.Your brother Troy (and Lindsey) having a new baby Tuesday,sure reminded me of the cycle of life,
Thanks so much Bruce for taking the time to remember dad, the scripture you quoted was the last thing i whispered into dad’s ear and that there would be no more pain, no more tears just minutes before he passed away, I knew he heard me as there was a tear coming from his eye. I am amazed and thankful at the comfort His Word brings at times like this. love you….mom