Things have changed a lot since the death of my Grandad three years ago. Not only is the home where my Grammy still lives a lot quieter, but my desire to hold onto the precious memories is a lot stronger.
I sit here in my Grammy's home with my dad while Joanna (Grammy's sweet caretaker) takes a much deserved break from the 24 hour care she provides. The living room is filled with pictures, some aged more than others, of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. On the wall above the fireplace are three paintings of my dad and two uncles when they were just boys. The past seems so close in this room.
Though the past always comes to an end and moments are not held in our hands forever, there is a great joy amidst the reality of that fact. I am truly humbled by the fact that these generations past were shaped by the Lord and continue to be. The love and warmth in the faces of the generations around me were/are shaped by the reality of a loving Savior who lives in each of our hearts.
There is a brightness to the past as there is for the future because of our great Lord who continues to be so evident among us.
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