Here I sit in a foreign city surrounded by strangers. Crying and missing home. Three more weeks.
My grandpa died yesterday while he was working on his property. It was unexpected. He was in excellent health. This picture is how I'll always remember him - loved by everyone around him - and embracing everyone in love.
He was a sweet, kind, generous, loving, humble man of God. He would always make sure to give each of us a hug at birthday parties. He would speak words of wisdom softly into our lives. My favorite recent memory was when we talked about how he came to Christ. He married my grandma as a non-Christian. My grandma, being the tenacious woman that she is, kept on showing him Christ's love. Eventually, Bing (as my grandma called him because his voice was like Bing Crosby) came to know Christ. He told me if it wasn't for her perseverance he doesn't know where he would've been today. Not only did he love my grandma so well, but he loved every single one of his kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.
He would give up a whole day to serve along side people. At camp Wi-Ne-Ma every year. For house projects. For sports games. Even for the yearly outings he and my grandma took the grandchildren on. He knew how to love well.
Today is a day I am reflecting on his life. He meant a lot to me, my family and the whole community he served so diligently. Yes, it's difficult to be away from home at this time. I wish I could do more for my dad and family. Through it all, I get to see even more clearly the power of family. They always have my back and I will always have theirs. In the good and sad times.
Friends come and go, but family will stick through it all. They know you - sometimes better than you know yourself. I hope to embrace this now at a young age so that I can fully appreciate this short time on earth we have together.
Here's to making the most of life. Here's to my grandpa teaching me to seek God first and to love others.