More Time For Everything

When the phone rings at 2:38am, it’s rarely good.

And true to form, the phone call we got at that time on Monday morning was sad news. Husband’s grandfather had passed away. Suddenly, quickly.

If you’ve ever received a call like that, you know that you don’t just roll over and go back to sleep. It’s ironic that while your loved one is gone and definitely not thinking about you, you lie there and they are all you can think about.

Grandpa B was in his late 80’s. He was active – he still mowed his own yard. He welded and built things, including all sorts of metal art. And he was always making sure others were taken care of. The first time he was ever in the hospital was last week, for two days. And while I can’t be positive, I’m fairly certain he was itching to get out of there as quickly as he could.

Grandpa B was in the Army. Here’s a photo of him in New York before he went overseas. (I’m not sure what year this was, but I’m guessing it was early-mid 1940’s.)He was an MP and spent a lot of time driving Officers and VIPs around. Four generations…the first time C met Grandpa B. We all watched a Razorback game on Thanksgiving weekend. Grandpa B lived a full life. He loved practical jokes and was always ready for a good laugh. He’d been lots of places and seen lots of things. And the stories he told sometimes left you in disbelief – because they were true.

Today, Husband will preach at his Grandpa’s funeral. I don’t think that’s anything he ever planned on doing. But as we’ve been reminded recently, our plans are not always the same as The Master Planner’s.