Sunday, September 7, 2014


It's supposed to be "Snapshot Saturday", but the only thing on my mind is my friend, John, and his family. John passed on last Saturday, and we joined his family today to say "good-bye" and pay tribute to a life well lived.

My heart is mostly broken. But, it overflows with joy as well, knowing that his steadfast faith has brought him home to the Lord he has loved so completely throughout his journey here.

I don't want to write too much. John was very private. He had a strong sense of dignity. And it is not my business to write publicly about him. His children have written such lovely things. All five of them loved and honored him so well. John's wife is one of the best friends I have ever had. She is like a friend, mother, sister, mentor to me. She amazes me now. Even in her grief, she is filled with the knowledge that God has a purpose for her now. She knows that she is entering a new stage in life. And even though I'm sure she would trade it all to have John back, she will move forward in faith, and continue to be a rock and a light to her family.

Any one of us could write volumes about John and his amazing life. What it all boils down to for me is that he was a good man. He was brilliant, but didn't have an arrogant bone in his body. He was as spiritual as he was scholarly. He was the world's most amazing grandfather to 21 grandchildren. He was a devoted husband. He was so humble, I doubt he could ever imagine the generations of men he inspired to be better husbands and fathers.

I won't post a photo, because again.... this is not my story to tell. I'm just trying to share my tiny part of it. Because my life was transformed through the relationship I shared with John and his wife. And it will never be the same again with him gone. I feel so very blessed that our family was touched by his wisdom and affection. I am so very sad that he is gone.

So... I suppose fittingly... I have no snapshot for "Snapshot Saturday". Because if a picture paints a thousand words.... No picture surely paints that there just are no words.

One of his granddaughters was holding a photo of John as she was getting ready for bed. She asked her little brother if he had anything he wanted to say to grandpa. This sweet little boy, just reached up and placed his hand over his heart. That said it all. And it's how I feel today. My hand is over my heart, and it is both broken, and overflowing with thanks.

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