I came upon a funeral processional yesterday and as I pulled over and watched them all go by with their purple magnetic flags flapping in the wind, a knot in my throat caught me off guard. I am not sure if I had seen one since being the one in the car with the purple flag. The first one, my dad drove mom, Theodore and myself, Bethel's "I am a Child of God" in the background. The second one, my cousin Ryan drove my Grandpa's brother, my cousin Amy and myself in my Grandma and Grandpa's van. There was the long train of his kids, their kids and many other lives they touched, you ride with a sense of pride in the sadness. That is my grandpa, and he was a dang good grandpa. And the memories flood and you see him walking across the 3 acre lot, or hollering for his dogs to "quieten down now" or laughing as he spoon feeds your baby ice cream or coffee for the first time. Sweet memories. Funny how grief hits you months later in the middle of nowhere.
as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced
of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and
how from infancy you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to
make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.
2 Timothy 3:14-15