Originally this blog was to be about Agape love, but that will be saved for another time.
My family heard just a little while ago that my grandfather, my mother's father, passed away this morning. He lived 90 years and accomplished so many things that I'm not sure I could accomplish half of them if I live to be 190. But he leaves behind multitude of family who love him and will miss him dearly. I can sit here and write this through tears all while smiling because I know that he is now with Jesus and rejoicing, and because I know that he would want me to carry on. Don't lose faith he'd say, and he's so right.
I love that I have so many memories with him throughout my life, and will treasure them now even more than I already did. From teaching me to play ping-pong while I stood on milk crates so I could see over the table, to watching him do his devotions every day and know that he had the Bible memorized ten times over, to listening to him tell stories about his life and his childhood, and courting my grandmother, and then being utterly confused when he tried to help me with Algebra homework. Through all these and dozens of other memories, I always knew that he would drop anything to help any of us accomplish something, and that he would spend hours teaching us lessons that you can't learn in a classroom. The value of hard work, honesty, faith, family, and friendship among others. I can say without a shred of doubt that I have no regrets for the time I've had with him, even the times when I know I let him down and disappointed him because he was always ready to reach out and pull me close and assure me that even though I may have hurt him, there is a lesson to be learned here and when he got finished talking, I wouldn't even remember that I had hurt him. So for now, this is my ode to him, the man who showed me what it truly means to live as Christ in us and to see the good in people.
