We made a trip back home to my folks to say our final farewell to my precious Grandfather. He was 97. He was amazing. He was humerous. He was the epitamy of patient. The man had a deep rooted love for Jesus and lived his life as a testimony. I loved him, and I miss him dearly. He called me "Snowflake" when I was a little girl. He had white hair and to me, he was dashing and handsome. My Grandpa met my Grandma in the 1940's. They married in 1943 after only one real date. Immediately after they married he was stationed overseas. My Grandmother was a Southern Belle from South Carolina and only 9 months after they were married they welcomed a baby boy, my Dad. Soon after they welcomed their second baby boy, my Uncle Tom. Over the years my Grandparents showed a love to their children that not many see. They were firm, but gentle. I owe my upbringing to my Grandparents for the way they taught my Dad. I owe my love for Jesus to my Grandparents. What a legacy they have left. What an honor to be part of their family. I miss them but know that they are so happy to finally be reunited. So, cherish every minute. Make every moment count.
