I want to say a sincere thank you to everyone who left a comment on my last post. Your kind words of empathy and support were most touching.
Sadly though, Grandpa George is no longer with us. He faced death with confidence, safe in the knowledge that he was going to be with Jesus.
Oh, but we miss him already. I am sad that I didn't get to see him yesterday. I wish that I had been a bit more proactive about getting to the hospital, but I honestly thought he would be OK. He always was. He was that kind of guy.
We had a party a number of years ago just before he had major heart surgery- an "in case Grandpa doesn't make it party" for the family to get together. He made it. I thought he would make it this time too.
I remember vaguely when I was little Dad receiving a call to say that Grandpa had had a sky diving accident, in which he broke his pelvis, and I think there was also a skiing accident in there somewhere, and perhaps a broken leg or two. He went on a mission to India quite recently, he preached at my brother's wedding just last November- he truly used up each and every one of his 81-or-so years. And however-many-bones too.
He was Godly and wise, but he was pretty cheeky as well, which appealed to us grandkids very much. I will never forget when I was about 10, Grandpa teaching me the song with the lyric, "everybody's doin it, picking their nose and chewin it." At 10 years old, that is the purest of gold.
I will miss watching (and eavesdropping on) Grandpa and Dad yacking away in the corner of family get togethers. I will miss giving him a big hug. I will miss him looking adoringly at my children. I will always be sad that I didn't get to see him "one more time".
But I know that he is happy now. And that we will meet again.