Grandpa M&M went home last night. Daddy called me shortly after 9:30 to give me the news. He said they were all with Grandpa, Amazing Grace was playing and they were singing softly when Grandpa took his last breath.
It was peaceful and he didn't linger and we couldn't ask for more.
Yesterday #1 Son and I were driving home from town and I was listening to Selah. They were singing Just a Closer Walk with Thee when I really listened to the last verse for the first time in years.
When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
That's exactly the gift God gave to my Grandpa.
BabyGirl was awake last night when I got the call. She knows. I have to tell the others this morning and I don't want to. I'm waiting for their Daddy to wake up because I know they're going to need more comfort than I am able to give right now. At the moment I'm running on fumes and too little sleep.
Sarah just went through this with her grandfather and I am thankful that she has shared her experiences on her blog and on Facebook and (strange as it may sound) her grief is helping me to not be shocked by my own. So thank you, Sarah.
Before this week is out I will hug Inkling, I will weep with my father, I will laugh at my nephew's antics, I will love my Grandmother as much as possible, I will be a comfort and I will be comforted. But most of all I will thank my Heavenly Father for the provisions He's put into place so that some day I will get to hear my Grandpa recite the Nativity story knowing that he's heard about it first hand from the Baby the angels were singing about.
This world is not my home,
I'm just a passing through.
My treasures are laid up,
Somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me through heaven's open door,
And I can't be at home in this world anymore.