Today, Marc's father went to be with Jesus.
But around my house, he was affectionately known as "Papa."
He was the grandparent that loved you to the moon and back.
|first time meeting Caroline|
|first time meeting Jameson|
From the first time meeting my babies, he was smitten. Though they weren't through his bloodline, he loved them just the same.
When he was able to travel, he loved nothing more than to ride up the road to come and visit us.
He'd save up all his pennies and give them to Caroline for ice cream money.
Although he gradually lost his eyesight, he kept his humor as well as his title "King of the Twist."
And Papa's leg made for a great horse-y.
But it was Papa's love and Papa's humor that we'll remember forever.
As Papa's health declined in recent years, and the "long goodbye" of dementia set in, we watched Papa able to do less, but love more.
We watched a faithful wife serve day after day.
|Jameson loved to help Papa|
My children have lost their Papa.
A wife has lost her husband.
And our family has lost its patriarch.
But what a beautiful legacy he leaves behind.
We know that one day He will swallow up death and wipe the tears from our faces. (Isaiah 25:8)
Just as sure as the body of Jesus was raised from the dead, so will all of those who trust in Him be raised again.
But well done to a life well-lived.
You will be remembered as a man that loved Jesus and his family above all else.
We will surely see you again.