|  This past Tuesday evening, my Grandfather (aka Grandaddy) passed away at 92 years of age. He had been in the hospital since December 22nd- and he died peacefully considering the circumstances. When I found out he died, I didn't cry (big surprise right). He had lived a long life- I had already told him my "last" goodbye a month ago- I knew that that was probably the last time I would see him on this earth. On Thursday, I drove up to Tyler for the funeral- here are the highlights:
*I found out that I was going to be driving my grandmother to the wake on Friday and to the funeral on Saturday. On Friday, I'm driving with my grandmother and we pull into the funeral home's parking lot and she says, "oh, there's Neil McCoy's parents." I thought, surely she does not mean THE Neil McCoy- for those who don't live in Texas- Neil McCoy is a Country and Western singer. So, I said, "as in Neil McCoy- the singer?". And my grandmother says, "well, yes Robyn, I do know what I'm talking about- I even have his autograph". Then, I saw Mr. McCoy (senior) and knew that he was indeed Neil McCoy's father- they look very similar. So, apparently, the McCoy's sit with my grandparents at church- CRAZY. *I finally cried when I escorted my grandma into the room where my grandfather's coffin was on Friday. I thought that was it. Oh, no. On Saturday at the funeral service I was fine until I saw all of the old men in my grandfather's Sunday School class pay their final respects- and then, my grandfather's best fishing "buddy" patted my grandfather and I started crying. THEN, I saw my dad cry- and that was it for me- I lost it. *Let me tell you that there is a reason why girls should not drive at funerals- I didn't think I was going to make it! It was the hardest thing driving my grandmother, following the hurst to the grave plot. It was the longest and one of the most painful drives in my life! All of this to say- I am still an emotional being- even if I am a brickwall the majority of the time  . Also, I would like to say that with the death of my grandfather we have lost one faithful servant here on earth. He might not have been an evangelist- but he was a faithful encourager to the Church- feeding the widows, doing whatever was necessary for the Church to grow. There was hardly a Sunday when he was not at church- towards the end he was in a lot of pain, but he was still at church saying, "I can hurt at home just as much as in church- so I might as well be in church". He saw a lot of changes happen at their church (member over 40 something years)- but he welcomed those changes rather than fighting them- for example no longer singing from the hymnal books- but reading the words from a screen. If there is one thing that I wish I had from my grandfather- it would be his faithfulness- faithfulness to the Lord, to the Church, and to the Body. I am so lacking in this area. With this said, I am going to find a church home- it has been too long. I am putting aside my excuses and prejudices. I am rusty- it is time for me to "dig my well deeper". |
- Marci you could probably find it at Central Market. It's all natural Greek yogurt (Fage- pronounced fa-yeh). I took one bite and wanted to cry because it brought back so many wonderful memories of my beloved cherry Polish yogurt. It was worth every single penny spent on it.
. I was thinking to myself- you have got to be kidding me!!! My friends helped me up- we were all crying because we were laughing so hard. I get to work- I think everything is okay until the next day. Wednesday, I can't move my right arm. So, I have to walk to the hospital- check myself into the emergency room (thank God I'm in a place where I can speak my own language) with all the druggies and whatnot. I get x-rays- nothing broken- just a bad sprain- get my arm spling and go on to work- gee what I would not do for my hospital! 
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