My very sweet father-in-law passed away this week.
He was a man of stature who loved his family dearly.
He was a man of stature who loved his family dearly.
We will all miss him so . . .
He lived a life of 88 years.
The past 2 1/2 weeks have been an emotional roller coaster
but we were so fortunate to be in his home by his side through it all.
A card arrived in the mail for him on the day he died
from his granddaughter Amanda with this verse enclosed.
It gave such comfort to us all.
"And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love."
As we travel the 2 1/2 hour trip to his home many times over the
past two weeks I can’t help but compare the beauty of fall to the end of Jim’s
life. On our first trip the Allegany hills
were vibrant and ablaze with color. Each
trip found more leaves winding down their glory and falling to the ground. On
the day he passed the trees were ready for a winter’s rest. This imagery just seemed to speak to his
final days – a delicate balance between life and death - reflective and
significant. Now, the promise of spring . . .
Our Lord has
written the promise of resurrection,
not in books alone, but in every leaf in
springtime.
Martin Luther