We got a call this morning that my Grandpa may be dying. He is having trouble breathing (we think his lungs are filling with fluid.) They are taking him to the hospital by ambulance. My parents are rushing home (6 hour trip.) It's hard to be so far away. We are so lucky though to have recently made the trip and celebrated Grandpa's 88th birthday with him. So blessed to have that chance to tell him again how loved he is. I am so grateful to God for the grandparents He has given me. Good, solid people who love each other, love their families, and love God. My Grandpa was never rich, but he gave generously to anyone who needed it. And I know there is a crown waiting for him in heaven. And I am SO thankful that I will see him again someday. And he can give me one of his big hugs and kisses, and say "I love ya" again. I know Grandpa has lived a long full life. I know he is going to be running and living again in heaven, as he hasn't been able to here on earth. I know he will be SO pleased to be reunited with my Aunt Thelma, who was taken away from us too early in life. But I will miss him so. And so will my children. The girls spent a good part of the morning crying, sad to be losing their great-Grandfather, worried about Great Grandma being left alone, and upset that Daniel will never really know Great Grandpa. I told them they could tell Daniel all about him. And reassured them that they will get to see Grandpa again and prayerfully, so will Daniel. But it is still SO hard to say good-bye.
Altruism and Motherhood
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