Every time I hear of the loss of someone else’s father I feel a ache and a few moments of anxiety as I am reminded of the very real mortality of my own father. I am realistic about the fact that death will happen one day, however I rather it come some where in the very very very distant future. My dad has to see his great grands right! Who cares if he is pushing 75 now!
Sigh the reason I have been thrust into some of those anxious moments recently came about because three days ago some friends of mine lost their father to cancer and I was distraught for them and now today my 3 year old nephew lost his grandfather who may have had an asthma attack or a heart attack. too early to tell. And as I quell the urge to check on my father I am overwhelmed by the deep sadness for the loss of a man that I never met, but who was such a mainstay in the life of my young nephew and I lament at the fact that though he–PaPa was so integral in my nephew’s day to day life my nephew will grow up with probably with a vague memory of a man they refer to as his grandfather.
So I thank God that my father is with us for longer and happy that my sister is there to ensure that he is good and I say eternal rest to a very nice grandfather-PaPa that my sweet overly energetic loving nephew.
Eternal rest grant onto him oh Lord and may perpetual light shine upon him… Amen.