When the Lord finally called my granddad home on October 29, 2007, he was 73. It wasn’t a heart attack or ALS that he ended up dying from—it was lung cancer. God gave my granddad an extra 16 years of life. He was an incredible testimony to the glory of God.
My grandma still keeps the calendar from 2007 containing a complete record of everything that happened that year. People say to her, “You need to throw that out; it will just make you sad.” Her response: “I keep it, not because I want to look at all of these things. I keep it because I want to remember that God was there.”
Just before his death, my Aunt Debbie went to visit him. When Debbie arrived, she went into his room while my grandma waited outside. A little while later, she came out.
“Dad’s talking about angels”, Debbie averred.
My grandma went into the room.
Grandma: “Wes, are there angels here with you?”
Grandma: “What are they doing?”
Granddad: “Some are holding my hands and some are just here.”
Grandma: “Wes, are they going to take you to see Jesus? Are they going to take you home?”
Granddad: “Just part of the way.”
Grandma: “What do you mean part of the way? What about all the way to be with the Lord?”
Granddad: “They haven’t told me that yet. But they’re here.”
Soon after, He left this earth. My granddad loved the Lord with all of his heart; he was ready to meet Jesus.
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9b, NIV84)
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