Whole Lotta Drama Mama: April 2012

About a month ago my grandfather went to the emergency room with excruciating pain. After waiting for hours and undergoing a slew of tests, the doctors told him he had an infection in his gall bladder, and he needed emergency surgery to remove the gall bladder. They opened him up and found cancer -- so much cancer that they couldn't even remove the gall bladder.

My grandfather had never been sick a day in his life. He had a tonsillectomy when he was 13 years old and had not had surgery since then -- and he was 81 years old.

They sent him home, and we soon learned that this type of cancer was not responsive to treatment, and surgery was not an option. They didn't think he would last a month.

To say we were all in shock is putting it mildly. Our strong, healthy patriarch -- the man we thought would never die -- was dying.

My dad, my aunts, my cousins and I stayed by his side every minute of every day. We made a schedule and took turns staying with him so that he was never alone, and never with a stranger.

He told us that he didn't accept the doctors' diagnosis and that he was believing for a miracle. He said he had made a pact with my grandmother a long time ago -- they were going up in the Rapture. My Mawmaw didn't make it -- she went to be with Jesus 5 years ago -- but he was determined that he was going to make it. We assured him we were standing with him, and believing for a miracle.

Each day, we watched him grow weaker and weaker. His body failed him. Even when he was unable to get out of the bed, or even sit up in bed alone, he kept the faith. He told the nurses he was still going to pull through.

On Sunday, April 22, 2012, at 9:20 a.m., my Pawpaw went Home to meet his Savior. He was surrounded by his family, and we know without a doubt, that he stepped out of his earthly shell and into his glorified body in the presence of the holy angels.

We laid my Pawpaw to rest today.

This is the letter I wrote in memory of him. My cousin graciously read it for me today at his memorial service.

My sweet, precious Pawpaw.

It’s difficult to write this, because it seems impossible to put into words the feelings I have for this man.

In the days before he went to be with Jesus, we all tried to tell him how we felt. I was flooded with emotion as I hugged my Pawpaw’s neck, buried my face in his chest and told him how much I love him. I told him how glad I was that he was my Pawpaw. He told me he was glad I was his granddaughter.

My daddy said that ever since he was a little boy, Pawpaw was his hero. I can totally relate to that, because as far as I can remember, I thought my Pawpaw hung the moon. I mean, when I said “Pawpaw”, I’d said it all. I think I sat in Pawpaw’s lap until I was about 13 years old, and the joy and satisfaction I felt at seeing my little girls sitting on his lap is indescribable.

Some of the happiest times of my childhood were with Pawpaw and Mawmaw. They loved us unconditionally -- they treasured us.

My earliest memories of Pawpaw are the times spent at his and Mawmaw’s house in Belaire Cove. One of my favorite memories that still makes me giggle is of us playing “barber shop.” Pawpaw would sit on the floor in front of the couch and I would sit on the couch with the comb and tiny scissors. I would mess up his hair and then comb it and trim the little hairs in his ears. Another favorite is when Mikey and I would sleep over. They’d tuck us into the spare bedroom and Pawpaw would sit next to the bed and tell us stories of heroes from the Bible. I specifically remember him telling us about David and Goliath and about Samson. I felt so safe and so loved in that home in my Mawmaw and Pawpaw’s care. They’d take us to church and teach us about the Lord. I also remember that whenever we’d leave their house to go back home, we’d walk around the entire house with Pawpaw and pray for God’s protection over the house, trees, the birds and the sheep. Pawpaw had a big van that had only the driver and passenger seats installed. The entire back of the van was covered in shag carpet….floor, walls and ceiling. The back windows had peacocks on them. I prayed the Sinner’s Prayer in that van…I was seven years old, and my Pawpaw prayed with me.

My Pawpaw always made me feel precious. There was not one time in my entire life where he ever made me feel like I had disappointed him.

I made some mistakes when I was younger but, because of the foundation instilled in me by my precious grandparents, I knew who I was meant to be in Christ. Because of all they taught me, I knew that Jesus had died for me and that, regardless of my past, I could walk in victory through Him.

So that’s what I’ve decided to do. Because of the godly legacy Pawpaw has left behind, I will serve the Lord and so will my children and my children’s children…. ‘if the Lord should tarry,” as Pawpaw always said.

Though death has taken Pawpaw from us for a while, each memory is a precious jewel that can never be taken from us. These memories, along with the love in our hearts and the blood running through our veins, are what we have left of Pawpaw until we meet him again.

1 Corinthians 15:42-44,51-56

So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.

Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.” “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.