This morning at 10:10am my grandpa heard the words "well done my good and faithful servant" from our Lord Jesus. Pops went into a coma last night after his last visitor left. My dad went to be with him this morning and spent about 30 minutes with him holding his hand and praying. Pops inhaled at 10:10 and that was it. Dad said it was amazing being there with him, what a gift that was. He was the only one there with him, and we were so afraid that he was going to die by himself. It just reminds me of God's faithfulness. He knows our hearts desires and they have been fulfilled. My grandpa is no longer in pain. I have been picturing him all day and what he is doing in Heaven. I'm sure he is running around with both of his legs and cracking everyone up. He is a nut and I'm sure that hasn't changed in Heaven.
I really didn't think that his death would hit me as hard as it did. I thought I was prepared but you can never be prepared to lose someone you love. I was at work and thankfully I didn't answer the phone. My girlfriend Dana picked it up as I was talking to someone else about Pops, she came and stood in front of my desk and I knew he was gone. Thank God for such great friends, she and Jan were such a great comfort to me. I'm so glad I wasn't alone. God's timing is perfect.
The whole family spent the day in Riverside with grandma looking at all the old pictures and just talking about our good times with him. Grandpa Parker taught me so much in the short 22 years we had together. Thank you Lord for blessing me with pops. I am so grateful. I will always cherish the love he had for me. I was his "nurse angel", all I ever wanted to do was to take care of him and give him back all the love he ever gave to me. I already miss him and wish I could call his cell phone and talk to him again.
We have eternity together, I can't wait.
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course,
I have kept the Faith.." 2 Timothy 4:7