Today marks the anniversary of my Granddaddy Herman's death. And oh how he was loved, and still is. I'll never forget this day, as I was out with my friend celebrating her sweet sixteenth birthday! We were all so excited and her mom rented a limo and we went around town [to Sonic and such] thinking we were oh so cool! Oh to look back now and laugh at my silly self. I came home from what was an exciting day for me... to my parents sitting quietly on the couch. My mom, quietly told me the news. I stayed calm but inside cringed and tried so hard to hold back the tears. I did. At least until I cried myself to sleep in my room.
To this day, I have never experienced death that hit me the way it did that day. I have been fortunate to have my family still close to me. I don't like talking about death and to this day, still have a hard time coping with it. However, I find so much joy and peace knowing He went to be with Jesus. I miss him dearly here on earth, but I love knowing He served our God daily, and set such a wonderful example of what a leader is supposed to look like. He lived such a godly example and I am happy to have known him.
This is one of my favorite images with him. I only wish I had a good image when I was older. He passed away when I was in the tenth grade.
There are so many memories I have with him. When my dad went through his cancer treatments (I was around 6 years old)... we practically lived with my grandparents. I have so many fun times to look back on and treasure. I miss you grandaddy and wish so badly you could still be here... but that would be so selfish of me... because you're in such a better place! If anything, I should wish I was there with you!
I love you and I cannot wait for the day we "meet" again!
Until then... Brantley