I have blogged about my gramps before and probably will never stop bringing up this legend. He was an adventurer, a lover, a war hero, a hunter, a trapper, and a Christ follower.
This last month has been really tough on me seeing this strong man weaken and ultimately die. See, all throughout my childhood, some of my fondest memories were times spent with this man - hunting, fishing, trapping, and captivated by all the stories he would tell us. At his funeral, there were all walks of life, folks that he had touched one way or another. People shared countless stories of his kindness, generosity, hunting skunks (ha!), and ones that revealed that although he wasn’t a perfect man, he did life well.
That made me realize two things.
For one, my gramps did not die and vanish. In fact, his legacy will continue in all the lives he touched. His life was too interesting to just be forgotten. I can honestly say that his life would be an amazing novel or movie…..maybe a future project?
Secondly, I know that he is up in Heaven running some traplines or fishing with Jesus. My gramps is no longer in pain. He has finished the race. And I am sure, God greeted him with, “Well done, good and faithful servant!”
See you in Heaven Gramps…..I am sure those angels get a kick out of your stories and laugh.