[The way of life winds upward for the wise]
It was July 26, 2016 that we made this visit to Andrew’s brother Darryl’s grave. Darryl died at the age of twenty; he’d been in a motorcycle accident that left him in a coma. He was removed from life support several weeks after his accident and family was informed that he wouldn’t make it through the night, however, he was in his coma for a total of 14 months before he passed away. Andrew was only thirteen years old at the time of his brothers death. He looked up to his big brother Darryl greatly, so this was understandably a difficult time in his life, as it would have been for the entire family. Whenever we’ve visited Darryl’s grave I’ve always felt that loss; he’s family and someone who is missing from our lives. It’s a sad story; grieving the loss of the ones you’re close to is always heartbreaking.
Darryl and Andrew
While visiting Darryl’s grave, we decided we’d look for my great-grandparents plots as well. After I’d reread their history, I realized that they were buried in the same cemetery as Darryl so I really wanted to see this for myself. Upon both of their grave markers was a picture of an open Bible with the words “Holy Bible.” I teared up when I saw this. Sometimes I feel more of a connection with those in my family who are no longer here with us, and even those I never had the chance to know, such as my great-grandpa; he passed away before I was ever born.
Great-grandpa, Great-grandma, Great-uncle charlie
I didn’t had much of an opportunity to get to know my grandpa James; He passed away when I was 5 years old. (prostate cancer) I have a few memories of him though, such as him showing me how to shell peas; I remember his many postcards too. Being the owner of a Citizen band radio, he’d talk to people over the airwaves, making friends from all over, thus the large postcard collection. He ministered to those with handicaps, sending them encouraging recordings. He was also a poet like myself. I don’t know if I latched on to poetry because I’d read his poetry or if I just enjoyed it when it was presented to me at school, but when I did latch onto it I never looked back. As I read through my grandpa’s poems I cry. I see his heart, and I think he would have been happy that his only granddaughter has followed a very similar path.
Grandpa James (Front left)
Grandpa James, Grandma Lillian
I really identify with my grandpa. I too have made many friends from all over who’ve become family to me, and I’ve ministered where I’ve seen the need, not unlike he did–I’m just using a different technology, that’s all.
Though my parents generation haven’t come to know God, and I still wait for my family to come to salvation in Jesus Christ–that is, my parents, brothers, cousins, aunt and uncles, I can keep praying, knowing that God does answer prayer.
Through Jesus we are brought into the family of God and will be welcomed into the Kingdom of Heaven. It’s a wise choice to accept Jesus invitation. You’ll be overjoyed when you do.
“The way of life winds upward for the wise, That he may turn away from hell below.” –Proverbs 15:24 (NKJV)
“Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in Me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in Me will never die. Do you believe this?” –John 11:26
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