My Grandpa Jim was the cream of the crop. Strong and loving and always finding a witty thing to say, even when his body was failing him. Growing up, he and my Grandma Aggie took our family in when ours wasn’t around for us and I will never be able to express what that means to me. He accepted me as one of his own grandchildren even though he didn’t have to and he was the most wonderful great grandfather my kids have never had. The world lost a good one, but Heaven gained a truly beautiful soul.
We were fortunate enough to be able to visit with Grandpa Jim on Tuesday night, after we heard the news that he had decided to stop his dialysis treatments. His body was tired but his spirit was alive and well, as always. I am forever grateful that we were able to say one last goodbye and “I love you” and give him one (okay, two) final hugs.
Regardless of how “prepared” we were, how long of a life he lived, or how strong our faith is, the death of a loved one never comes easy. If you can, please say a prayer for the entire Smith family and especially for my Grandma Aggie, who not only lost her husband this morning but also her best friend and lifelong companion.
Rest in peace, Grandpa Jim. I’ll forever think of you and smile when I see the sky painted “blue pink.”
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” -Isaiah 40:31