#40Yearsin40ishDays In 1997 we experienced life and death. Adam was working at at a
local burger place and had a serious burn incident. His entire inside, lower arm was burned on the grill. I can’t tell you how my mother’s heart grieved to see Adam go through the next several weeks of treatment and physical therapy. He was a trooper. He went through all the painful appointments and was a good patient. Today there are no scars and we’re so grateful.
Scott’s family published a book about his dear paternal grandmother. The book was written by an aunt and based on Grandma’s diaries. It’s a pretty spell-binding story and includes a family tree. A cherished family keepsake.
But the most impactful event that happened this year was the passing of my precious grandfather. He was always my rock. Other things and people changed but he never did. He told me Bible stories, took me on hikes in the woods, taught me the parts of a flower, how to leave a trail, how to whittle whistles out of sticks. He sang old cowboy songs, played the guitar, fiddle, harmonica and steel guitar. He was like the pied piper. My grandpa was a busy bi-vocational pastor who always worked a huge garden. But he always had time for me. He poured time and unconditional love into my life. He lived what he believed. His passing left me feeling adrift but I have never forgotten that he always pointed me to Jesus who never leaves us, whose love never ends. I’ll see you in the morning, Grandpa Ken.
#RIPPrincessDiana #HelloDolly #MarsPathfinder
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