It was 8 years ago today that a very special man saw the throne for the first time. I so miss that man.
I often find myself processing in poem. Below is an excerpt of a poem I wrote 10 months after he died.
Grandpa was so much more than the father of my dad
His smell, his walk, but especially the relationship he had
His relationship with Jesus Christ was the most important thing
When he’d pray he would get real quiet, like He was talking to a King
Towards the end I saw him cry when he’d talk about the Lord
He was so grateful for what his God, Christ Jesus had in store
We sat around and he told us all why he was so very proud
That’s when he started crying, and the noise all died down
He talked about how proud he was of my two cousins who are doctors
And he talked about the blessing of the two others who are pastors
Then he looked straight at me and got a big smile on his face
“Star of stage screen and radio” he winked and then he changed the pace
He talked about the gratitude that he held inside
To the One that gave out blessings, the One in whom he’d abide
He was so very grateful to Jesus Christ his friend
Who had proven to be faithful to the very very end
