My grandpa is one of a kind. His jokes (although heard multiple times) genuinely make me laugh the moment I hear them again. I am so thankful to call him mine!
Me: “Grandpa are you going to bingo?”
Grandpa: “Is the Pope Catholic?”
As if it should be that obvious he’s going to bingo. Haha
Or his charm and charisma. My oh my is he a charmer.
Grandpa: “Rocky, I was holding the door open for a this woman, she looked at me and said ‘you don’t have to open the door because I’m a woman’. You know what I said to her? I said I’m not holding it open because your woman, I’m holding it open because I’m a gentleman.”
He is witty, strong and entertaining. And now age has caught up with his ways and has slowed down his mobility and ability to comprehend. But it hasn’t captured his heart or his charm.
Sitting next to him in the hospital room yesterday was as if we were visiting at his home. Still making me laugh through his short breathed jokes. Still likes ice for his Pepsi and still hates hospitals.
Grandpa: “They’re poking me from every end like I’m a pin cushion Rocky.”
Grandpa: “Here comes the vampires (the nurses) coming to get my blood.”
It’s hard to see him lying there with no control over who pokes him or helps him. And I want so badly to take away his pain. But only God can do that. And the selfish me is begging God not to call him home just yet. But to let us enjoy his jokes for one more day…
My heart winces at the thought. My throat chokes back the tears… I can only do this with God again. I must stay rooted in His love.
When my grandma joined God’s angels a couple of years ago, my heart turned toward Jesus, a little mustard seed of faith had been planted in me the day we laid her to rest and it had no other choice but to grow from that point on.
I believe that God needed my grandma more than I did. Although I wanted her to live forever to be there on my wedding day, to see me have babies and to play many more bingo games… but God knew what I needed more and that was trust in His plans and who He was and is today.
It is my hope that in the coming end to my grandfather’s purpose here on earth that another soul is saved and their heart also becomes rooted in His love.
…Rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness. – Colossians 2:7