Wednesday, August 28, 2013

To the Moon and Back

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."




Your cards and notes began to arrive.  There was so much food, I could have fed all of you.  The fellowship of Christ held me together with kindness, love, and prayers.  I witnessed firsthand what the early church must have been like.  Followers of Jesus gathered in homes, worshiping together and taking care of each others needs. You met my every need including repairing my broken air conditioner.  You made me want to be like that... to give back, to give more!  Thank you.
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.

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:
"Grandma, will Grandpa come back when Jesus fixes his voice?
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

Monday, August 12, 2013

Home

It is with great sadness for our loss, yet great hope in his Eternal Home that we announce our dad, Bob Bugg, passed away on Friday, August 9, 2013.

In the coming days and weeks there will be more time for (and great healing in) writing a more formal epilogue of his last few days with us.  For now, though, we thought it would be good to update the blog.

Although he has had several health setbacks since November of 2012, my dad's health went downhill very quickly this past week.

He spent his final days in a wonderful hospice facility.  Those days were peaceful, relatively comfortable days.  His room was filled with family and friends.  Conversations abounded with memorable stories and heartfelt thank-you's to a man we were all better for knowing.

A memorial service will be held in his honor at 10am Saturday, August 17th at Starkey Road Baptist Church.

Thank you all for loving us well through this journey.

Jenny (on behalf of Patra, Emily, Adam, our spouses, and the grandkids)


 

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