from Patra
A few days before Bob's memorial service at our church, our immediate family gathered in the cemetery for Bob's private burial. I wanted it to be a special time for the young grandchildren. They played with pinwheels, released heart shaped helium balloons, put simple flowers, letters and art work they'd made for him on his coffin. We shared a few favorite memories and sang "Jesus loves me". Sharon, my daughter-in-law shared that she loved how every time she'd come after work to pick up her kids (aged 2 and 3), Bob's last words to them would be, "I love you to the moon and back."
I was dreading the memorial service and even begged a
friend to come kidnap me so I wouldn't have to attend. I didn't know
how I was going to survive such a day. I did survive, and the
supernatural peace that can only come from God filled my heart with more
love and compassion than I've ever felt in my life.
In the weeks to come, I've asked those who spoke at Bob's service to write our blog.
In the weeks to come, I've asked those who spoke at Bob's service to write our blog.
At nap time today, I was resting with my 3 year old granddaughter Avery. I thought she was asleep, but with her wee little voice she said:
Me - "mmmm, why does Jesus need to fix Grandpa's voice ?"
Avery - "You said you missed Grandpa's voice!"
Me - Ohhhh, sigh...
"Grandpa's voice is OK, it's just that I can't hear him anymore"
Avery - "I can... Grandpa talks to me"
Me - (l o n g s i l e n c e)
Me - (tight throat)... I whisper..."What does Grandpa say?"
Avery - "ohhhhh, I dunno... lots of stuff"
I bet he's telling her he loves her
To The Moon and Back
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So sweet loved this