I recently lost my granddaddy...he was 91 years old and so cute...maybe older men don't like to be called cute, but he just was. A few days before he died, I talked to him on the phone and he sang "In my heart there rings a Melodie" as he always did when he saw me or heard my voice. The way he loved me astounded me at times--we are not related by blood, but by spirit. Here are a few things I wrote about him...
"My granddaddy is someone who knows my heart.
Our souls speak quietly to each other while we stare silently into each others' eyes.
He loves me fully and has prayed for me since the day I became his granddaughter.
Years ago, God surprised me by giving me a granddaddy I never expected to have.
He wove his way into our family and before we knew it, he had stolen our hearts.
When he prays, tears come from deep within me
At the thought of how blessed I am to be loved by him.
Because the love he gives is bigger than him--
it is a love found deep in his heart,
where his true melody of the Holy Spirit dwells."
Walking through the loss with my family was truly a joy. It is in the hard moments that I realize how fully I love my family and how much we need each other. Life is hard a whole lot of the time. God has given us each other to walk through it together. Granddaddy lived so that I could. What a beautiful thing.
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