Yesterday, Grandpa Black passed away. What a shocker to most of us. He seemed to be in fairly good health for being in his eighty's. Grandma is going to sorely miss him as will the rest of us.
My memories of him is of a man of God. Someone who loved me and made me feel special in spite of me being the "outsider." There was never any question in my mind of his acceptance and love for me.
I appreciated his easy-going manner in which he lived. He never seemed to get rattled about anything.
But more than anything, I am grateful for the Christian heritage that I am able to tap into. Their faith was who they were. They lived and breathed the life of Christ in their home and marriage.
He will be missed. But one day we will meet again.
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