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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

My hero.




My grandpa served in the army during WWII. Growing up, I remember several stories from his days in the war, including very emotional ones where he described losing friends in battle and how the sky looked when the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. Although my grandpa could talk for hours, it was rare for me to tire of these stories. He also told me stories about my father as a child which is particularly funny because my dad pretends he was never a child. But I love hearing about these things. I guess you could say my Grandpa was my hero, but not because he is a veteran. You see, he also told me stories of miracles he encountered. Stories about God's faithfulness and lessons he learned along the way. He started his day by praying for his loved ones. Every single day he did this. He was always concerned when one of us (or even one of my kids) were sick, always calling and checking in. 

His life was always sort of miracle to me. He had survived a very rough battle with colon cancer and surprised doctors through out the process with his miraculous recovery. He had survived heart attacks in his sleep and not even diabetes complications, including partial blindness, could undo his faith. He was the strongest man even during his weakest. Even now as he is very close to the end and still hanging on. I'm sure he is still worried and praying for the ones he is leaving behind. I know that as much as he is ready to go, he is probably still struggling with leaving us. He will leave behind a legacy that will always and forever be remembered and honored. I am so blessed that he has been in my life. Knowing everyday that this man has prayed for me and over my life and over the lives of my children is the greatest feeling. I will never ever forget this man, my biggest hero. Thank you grandpa for your love and know you'll be loved and remembered when your time comes.