The drive up there seemed like forever. We met up with his mom, his two brothers and my sister-in-law. Matt got to see his dad...though he was lifeless, it was still his dad. He got to say goodbye to him and love on him one last moment.
The past few days have been a blur. Lots of tears and sad moments...and lot of laughs and funny memories. What do I remember the most? When I met my father-in-law 18 years ago, he always reminded me of a big teddy bear. He was always giving. He was a work horse, which is where my husband got his hard work ethic. He LOVED my kids, beyond imagination. He was always thinking of them. Always loving on them. Making tons of memories with them. The little treats he gave them. The walk to the park. The ride in his truck with a stop at the convenient store for a little snack. We moved back here 10 years ago to be around the family more, specifically Matt's dad because of his heart condition. And as much as I hate it here...I am so glad. Because my kids have real, solid memories with their PapPap.
This is the first time we experienced death so close to us. It's so final, and closing. There is no turning back. May God be graceful as we walk this out. The best part is that Bill is now whole, and full of life again, with the Lord. That's what it comes down to. Jesus is truly the light at the end of the tunnel.