Thankful for Time

One of the reasons I am told we're crazy is because we squeeze lots of stuff into little amounts of time. I've found this to be annoying at times too but basically I'm thankful for each moment.

I've spent the last three days in a cozy little room at the Missouri Veterans home where my Grandpa has spent the last 5 years growing older and bravely fighting the most horrific disease, Alzheimer's. I hate that disease. It is a stealer of time. Where so many diseases steal a person's future and that is horrific of course, Alzheimer's steals the past, the present and the future.

Fortunately, God is a God who heals and restores. So all that was lost temporarily has been made new. The old has passed away and my Grandpa is a new creation. He was a great Grandfather and a man of service and sacrifice. He knew the meaning of hard work and loving. He would have celebrated his 59th wedding anniversary today. I count it as 59 even though he died 23 minutes before making it official. He only loved my Grandma his entire life. He taught me something even in his death. To fight strong till the end and to cherish each moment, even the painful ones.