My Papa

my grandfather died this morning. it was so heart wrenching. i recieved a phone call last night and was told he was having troubles breathing... that it wouldn't be long. and it all hit me. when i fly back, everything wont be the same. everyone will not have just gotten older- he will not be there. and then i started to cry and sobbed. and i couldn't stop.
it was so awful. i just cried and cried. aching for my dad, for his siblings, for his wife. and then i prayed. i prayed for peace- and it came. the ache lessened and i knew it would be ok. because i also knew that i could see him again. i knew that he was with our Heavenly Father, and he would be there in the cheering section for me. he is wise and kind.
one time when he was in WW2- when he got his rations and since they came with 'smokes' he would throw his over board. and as his friends questioned him about it, he told them that he would give them something like that that could kill them. if he wouldn't take it or use it how could he give it away. some thought that was awful and selfish- but i think that it was soo great. what an example. :)
i am so thankful for him and his little ryhms and poems, his little sketches and his re-assuring smile. he was a good man here on earth and he is an even better man in heaven with his Father, Brother, and family.