I have just been notified that after years of failing health and several months on Hospice care, my Grandfather passed on the last day of 2007. It is good for him not to be ill any longer, though I've wished for a long time that he wasn't so hostile towards anything to do with Christianity or even God Himself. I'm not sure if he was softening up towards the end there, but I know he would often watch church on TV with Jan since she couldn't go to services anymore, and I know that she prayed in earnest over him throughout their marraige. God only knows.

I was going to try to go back to see him one last time, because he recently told me he wanted that and that he'd wait for me for when I was originally planning to head back for my Associate's Degree graduation... but previous to that I had not been imagining I would see him again after saying goodbye in June before leaving the States. After planning to go back to see him, though, now that I don't have the chance it's a little hard, and especially because I'll never know if there was a particular reason he wanted to see me again or if it was just to see me again and to say goodbye.

All the same, he was finally able to let go. It is good for him. He held on for a very long time, and lived a very long life with amazing stories.



Goodbye, Gramps, and rest in peace.