It feels a little strange to post about these two things in the same post. Something so exciting and something really sad too.
My grandpa passed away last weekend. This last year Chris and I have gone through losing four grandparents and while they have all been really hard, they haven't all been quite as painful. My grandpa was 93 years old. He lived a healthy life, was married to my grandma for 62 years and lived in the same house in California that he bought for $10,000 when they got married. He wasn't really sick or in pain, but for the last few years was ready, as he ability to do things independently continued to decrease.
My mom had prayed that he would die before he got sick or started losing his memory and would go quickly and painlessly and that is what happened.
The day I found out my grandpa had died I had just heard my baby's heartbeat. It was this strange realization that God gives new life and takes life too, as he brought my Grandpa home to heaven and was allowing me to experience the miracle of being pregnant. But something about that is kind of beautiful to me. Celebrating the 93 years my Grandpa was here, and thinking about bringing this new life into the world.
I am off to California tomorrow with my family to go to my Grandpa's funeral. While for a sad reason, I am looking forward to loving on my Grandma, seeing my other relatives and celebrating and honoring my Grandpa's life.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
