Grieving with Rachel

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“It is hard to have patience with people who say ‘There is no death’ or ‘Death doesn’t matter.’ There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn’t matter.”
– C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

Rachel and I have had so very much in common this fall, as we have both prepared to host our families for Thanksgiving, while at the same being concerned about our maternal Grandfathers, who both went in to the ICU around the same time, shortly before Thanksgiving. My Grandpa came home the day after Thanksgiving. Rachel’s grandpa joined our Heavenly Father this morning.

Today, Dan and I spent the day with my grandparents, driving Grandpa to the hospital because his open wounds from his bypass surgery haven’t been healing well. When we arrived back home, I learned that Rachel had spent the day grieving for the loss of her grandpa.

Being with Grandpa today, Dan and I were shocked to see how weak he is now. The Grandpa who spent the long summer days gardening and walking around our little town, now has to use a walker to get from the car to the door. His hands are like balloons, barely recognizable as human hands due to the weakness of his heart. We were struck with the fragility of life, and at the same time, the importance of it.

The universe will truly never be the same, on the day that my sweet, grumpy old grandpa leaves it.

The universe will never be the same without Rachel’s Grandpa Tice.


photo credit: coyotos

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