My grandpa is dying. His organs are beginning to shut down and his lungs are filled with fluid from an aggressive bout of pneumonia. I have found myself crying throughout each day for this humble man since I found out about his condition. I am not really close to him. Although I have always wished to get to know him better, I have mainly observed him from afar. He takes care of a lot of people. He sticks to his commitments. I saw this dedication in the way he took care of his wife for many years as her dementia worsened and eventually ended her life. She became violent. She was so sick. And still, he was always right there by her side taking care of her. He is always helping others, even when he can barely help himself.
I have tremendous respect for him because of the example he has set for myself and others. I probably have a different perspective on the value of helping others as I have had to rely so much on others these last couple years as a single mom. I have been taken care of by so many others. I hope one day I can somehow return the favor. To give selflessly like I saw my grandpa do so many times before.
I know this man will be going to meet his Maker probably very soon. I know he will be taken care of just fine in the next life. I think it is amazing that God promises us that we will all be taken care of by Him as we stay close to Him. I have said out loud a few times today already as I struggle with the uncertainty of life, "Please take care of me." As fast as I asked for this, I felt Him all around me. He sometimes feels more real than everything else in this world. I appreciated that thought. I understand more clearly at certain points in my life why it makes so much more sense to trust in Him than all the silly props.
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