Monday, April 8, 2013

Go Rest High On That Mountain

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
And gathered round your grave to grieve
Wish I could see the angels’ faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to Heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and the Son
Written by Vince Gill

Back in January, we celebrated my Grandad's 85th birthday.  We expected about 25 people, but packed a room with over 50.
 It's a testament to the many lives Grandad touched.
 On Good Friday, Grandad's labored breathing ceased and his earthly life ended.  
 It's hard to say good-bye to such a great man, pictured with one of his many great-grandchildren.
 On the day of his visitation, his older brother who had flown in for the funeral, suffered a massive stroke and passed away a few days later.
 But if heaven works like I think heaven should, both were greeted by their mama (in the middle of the picture above), and if heaven really works like I think it should, she fixed them a big ol' fried chicken dinner.
We will miss you terribly, Grandad, and we'll see you soon.


MOM said...

Tears of sorrow saying good-byes...
tears of joy waiting on the other side. Looking forward to Heaven even more now! Thanks, Erin, for sharing your thoughts. Love, MOM

Anonymous said...

Sorry for the loss of your grandfather and great-uncle. Dan & Leila