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Laughing With Grampa

For all of you family members who may be feeling cut off because you can't be here with the rest of us...

Not to be a nag...

But You grandchildren need to get cracking. There are 35 of you and as of right now I have something from 14 of us. I NEED your parts of the tribute by Friday afternoon at the very latest. That includes photos. I won't have time to write the tribute and put together a power point if I don't at least have everything together by then. Seriously. I'm getting stressed here. I was really hoping I would have something from more of you. Especially since if I don't have a picture of you I won't be able to include you in the power point and your parents will come after me. ME! Help me... Help you. I love you all! (But I'd love you more if you'd send me your stuff.)

Calling all Grandchildren

Your parents have decided that the tribute at Grampa's funeral will be from his grandchildren. They would like us to put together some thoughts about what Grampa meant to us for me to read at the funeral. Since there are SO many of us I won't be able to put in all of our specific memories, but you could put in favorite things to do with Grampa, or favorite things he said to you, or things about him you really loved or admired. You could make it as long as you like, but I will only be able to use small segments, so if you have something specific you want said please make sure you let me know that and I will do my very best to have it in there.

We are thinking of putting up pictures of each grandchild as I read what each of you wrote, however I am expecting some repetition, so again I will do my very best to have your picture with what you said. Not all of us have pictures of ourselves with Grampa, but for those who do I will try to use them. (Some of the pictures with Grampa ar…

In His Hands

My Grampa went home to be with Jesus very early this morning. He took his last breaths with his family around him. He went from being trapped in a body that couldn't see or hear very well to seeing and hearing things we can only imagine. Where once his every step was a struggle, I can imagine him running towards the open arms of his Savior. We will all miss him. How could we not? My Grampa was an amazing man of God, and loved his whole family with all of his heart, and he let us all know it.

Around seven years ago my Gramma and Grampa celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. All of us grandchildren wrote what our grandparents meant to us and we put it together with pictures in an album. I had written something about him a few years earlier, and had intended to save it for his funeral, but thought better of it. Since the only person I really wanted to read it was Grampa, it seemed pretty silly to save it for a time when he wouldn't be here. So I gave it to him along with what …

Waiting

Sigh. I know, it's been pretty slow on here. Please don't give up on me though. I would love to write something, but I don't have anything quick to put up here. Since the only thing on my mind is my family that's what a post would probably need to be about. And since things in my family are centered around my Grampa in the hospital, it's hard for me to come up with words that express everything we're all feeling. It would take me a long time. And since I am spending most of my time with my family I don't have a long time to sit and write a post.

So I haven't been reading or writing.

Grampa has been ready to meet his Savior and King for a long time now, and it isn't looking like he will have much longer to wait. The rest of us are taking time to be with him and each other as much as possible. We would all cherish your prayers, especially for my Gramma who is getting ready to say goodbye to the love of her life, for a while at least. It's hard to …

One Day at a Time (Updated)

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Yesterday my Grampa, the best Grampa ever, had to go to the hospital. He's been having some health troubles, actually lots lately, and it's getting pretty hard for my Gramma to look after him. He probably needs to be in a nursing home, which is so hard on both of them. Anyways, Grampa needed some blood last night and he had to stay in the hospital. He started at City Hospital and then got moved over to St. Paul's, in an ambulance of course. My friend Sheila was the ambulance driver. When he got to his room a girl from Gramma and Grampa's church turned out to be his nurse. So God was looking after him, and us, by giving us friends we trust to look after him.

Grampa, of course, was his usual self and wanting a sing-a-long in the hospital. He took my hand and looked into my eyes and sang. I'm pretty sure he wanted us all to sing with him, but I didn't know the words...

One day at a time sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking from you.
Just give me the strength
To do…

CA-NA-DA!

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Ahhhh Canada Day... A day to stand around in a big field waiting in line with your impatiently bouncing 3-year-old to ride in an antique fire truck. A day to make yourself sick with too much sun and too much junk food. A day to listen to really loud music from a local band looking to catch their big break playing the gazebo at the Western Development Museum. A day, in Dorkton anyways, to hear fireworks, somewhere, but not be able to see them. A day to celebrate a country where hosers like us can live free and happy. Happy Canada Day everyone!(I'm gonna go make some poutine and watch an episode of Corner Gas.)