Finally realizing that your grandparents are slowly fading away from this life is a brutal punch in the face. My Grandpa Christopher (affectionately known to all the grandkids as "Pop") is in the hospital right now and in surgery at this moment to remove a tumor from his bladder.
The doctors have pushed it back over and over the past couple of days, so I'm a little anxious at this point. Unfortunately, the docs said that the combination of his bad heart, diabetes, damaged kidneys, and tumored bladder are not good signs of a full recovery after surgery. Please pray for him.
It finally hit me today that time is slipping through my fingers like air. I'm now 25 and it seems like yesterday I was spending time in the summer and my Grandmother and Pop's house roaming through the woods, checking out the "haunted" barn, playing house with the cousins, and so on.
My Grandmother--absolutely one of most humble and strongest women of faith I've ever known--has been at home with the Lord since June 1, 2002. And now, Pop is very ill with only so much time left. I know that we all must go through death in order to enter into the presence of the Lord, but for those of us that remain it's hard to let go of our loved ones.
These kind of whirlwind events just make you realize how precious life is and how important it is to know the Lord and have a personal relationship with Him so that your eternity is secure. Thank God that my family members love the Lord. From now on, I am not taking one more day for granted or considering one more moment spent with the people I love wasted.
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