...but I'm still here. :)
Life has been pretty hectic and hard the last few weeks. My Grandpa Willett (my dad’s dad) passed away on June 25th. At 88 years old and with an inoperable, cancerous tumor, we assumed his life here on earth wouldn’t be too much longer, but he seemed to take too quick of a turn for the worst. It was awful to see him helpless and struggling in his last days of life. But I’m so glad I was there to hold his hand and talk to him and take my little girls to visit him. And I’m happy that he is healed in heaven now. But we miss him, my grandma most of all. They would have celebrated 69 years of marriage this August. He was such a hardworking, respected man, a veteran of World War II, a husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and most importantly a follower of Jesus.
The picture above is of my grandpa holding Lilly when she was just newborn. I took her in to see him two days before he died, the day she turned 3 months old. Grandpa wasn’t able to talk much, but he was able to weakly reach out his finger, and Lilly, his youngest great-grandchild, grasped it tightly with her tiny little hand. I hope that brought a moment of joy to him as he lay there dying. I know it’s a moment I will never forget.
At his funeral I was so proud to be his granddaughter, and as various people shared things about him, it made me hope he could look down from heaven and see how respected and loved he was. I just wished I’d told him more often how much and why I loved him. We can never tell our loved ones too often, so be sure to take every opportunity to do so!
I’ll throw in a couple more pictures of Lilly now at 3 months old and my two girls in their 4th of July finest. :)