My grandfather passed away this past Saturday morning: March 22nd, 2025. He was 93.
Saying goodbye to a loved one is never easy. My grandfather is one of the most loved of all my loved ones. What I liked in others, I loved in him. He didn’t just walk through life, he danced with time. I’m going to miss him very much.
It was one of the most exciting times of my childhood when I learned that we were making a trip up to New York to visit Grandpa and Grandma. I simply loved it. At the end of each visit, my grandfather would pull us in for a hug and a kiss. He would squeeze like he was pulling you down into his heart, hardly willing to let us depart. I don’t often remember him saying the word “goodbye,” instead he would smile and cheerfully proclaim, “So long, Nathaniel!”
This past Thursday, I got the call that I should come visit quickly. I arrived to see him a few hours later and had private time to sit by his bed and talk. I looked at his face while he rested and I saw the face that brought so much joy to my life. It was different, but the same. I prayed with him that the sting of death with subside and that when he embarked on this final journey, the passage would be peaceful and without terror. I thanked him for being the man he was, for the countless things he taught me, and for the example he was to me. Maybe his final lesson to me was an example of grace, peace, and bravery in the face of the uncertainty of death.
While I was writing this last night, it was almost as if I could hear Grandpa whisper to me that the time of our lives we spent together was time well spent. And those hugs weren’t to pull me into his heart, instead, they were to pull him into my heart. He truly did not die while he lived and he used the life he was given.
When I got in my car to drive home, I put on the song “California” by U2. “There is no end to grief, that’s how I know, there is no end to love.” Fitting. There is no end to my love for Grandpa. The grief that stays with me will be a reminder of that always. Where I find grief, I know there is also love. So long, Grandpa. I love you.
"For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven:" –2 Corinthians 5:1, 2.