A whole generation gone.

A week ago today, we received news that Hubby's last remaining grandparent had passed away in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. We were told earlier in the week that he could go at any time, so this was not a surprise. "Grandpa Ralph" was 94 years old, a Christian, and longed to go to his heavenly Home where he would join not one, but two Christian wives who had preceded him in death. There were approximately 100+ family members in attendance at the funeral, as well as many from the community - schoolmates of Hubby's mom, aunt and uncles, etc. What a lovely tribute to a man who had an incredibly strong work ethic his whole life. We learned that Grandpa Ralph worked at Northeastern State University and was responsible for putting leaf imprints in the concrete sidewalks all over the campus. While he is leaving behind an amazing Christian heritage, what a neat thing to think that the labor of his hands will be appreciated for years to come.

It is a strange thing to lose your last grandparent. I lost mine a few years ago. It suddenly makes you feel old. Too old. We have all been bumped up a generational notch. I don't like it. There is something comforting about still having a grandparent living. It's a safety net. It puts us each a step closer to our own demise. While many days I would welcome this, I also selfishly want to continue raising my children, meet grandchildren (in a LONG time!), and spend more years serving the Lord. A dear friend's mother died suddenly yesterday. A coach died suddenly during a game Hubby was refereeing last night. Our days are numbered.

"And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight - if indeed you continue in the faith, grounded and steadfast, and are not moved away from the hope of the gospel which you have heard." (Colossians 1:21-23a).

Blessings,

Cheryl