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2013 Project365 (Day 117)

Gardening with GrandpaTonight my niece and nephew are staying with their grandparents.

This afternoon I watched them ‘helping’ Grandpa in the garden. This usually means digging for worms in the vegetable patch or, as is pictured here, hacking at some rotting wood with a trowel. There is such pleasure for them in just being with Grandpa and now he is starting to reduce his working hours he has more time with them.

I can’t wait until our Little Mister is also out enjoying the fun with them.

2013 Project365 (Day 6)

6 January 2013I know that most of my previous emergency photos were of cats, but now they seem to be mainly of The Little Mister!

Grandpa has a magic way with babies and they seem to relax with him very easily, maybe it is the fact that he is very unruffled and chilled out too.

I am slowly getting used to waking up a couple of times a night, although it has been slightly more difficult for the last two nights as The Mister has been on nights so I have had to cope alone. We are managing fine although it is much easier when he is there to help as he is much more patient at night than I am!!

Family

Having arrived back safely on the mainland today from my unexpected expected trip back to Guernsey, once again I am forced to reflect on what an amazing family I have and how fortunate I am. So often I take them for granted, particularly as I see more of my Mum’s side of the family than Dad’s.

For the first time in ages I have realised what a privilege it is to have both sides of the fmaily who are so diverse and interesting, as well as supportive and loving. Partly this was due to the fact that we were all together to celebrate the life of my lovely Grandpa, but what was also overwhelming was the delight from everyone about our engagement an the excitement from them about our forthcoming wedding. This is one of the reasons that I want to get married in Guernsey. My friends are incredibly important to me but it is my family who have helped to shape me into the person I am today. My friends have really done some of the icing on the cake, but it is my family who baked the cake in the first place (admittedly it is probably a fruit cake!). They have provided a strong, loving and challenging foundation for me and they have continued to love me despite my faults and when I have let them down.

Uncle John gave a lovely tribute at Grandpa’s funeral, and Dad gave me a transcript of what he said. This little bit really stuck in my mind…

“Our father had a very simple faith. The secret of his faith was also very simple He always felt he was a vulnerable human being. He knew that he could not serve God in his own strength. So every morning he had a time of quiet devotion, reading a passage from scripture, contemplating its truths and praying. We as children wish to thank our parents for their constant devotion to God and their Godly example during our formative years. They were both ordinary, humble Christians with human frailties that we human beings all share. We thank God for giving us the parents he did, in the same way as they themselves thanks God for us children. We thanks Dad and Mary for praying for all of us individually by name every day for so many decades. Only eternity will reveal the effectiveness of those prayers. Our parents’ constant prayer, and that of Mary too, was that we children and all our offspring would follow Christ so that when we leave this earth we shall be together in heaven and that family circle will not be broken.”

When I consider this as my family heritage I realise more than ever just how privileged I am. I also think of my lovely Gran Nora and include her in this tribute along with my Grandpa who died when I was 9 years old. I have been lucky enough to have had grandparents and parents who have continually prayed for me. What an amazing background to have.

Grandpa’s funeral

Today has been a wonderful day, which might seem a little strange as it has been Grandpa’s funeral. However, this has been a chance for us to celebrate the life of a truly extraordinary man who has influenced all our lives.

We started with the interment, which was great as it kind of got the really visibly sad bit out of the way, before moving onto church for a thanksgiving service. Grandma had chosen a gorgeous white cross with red roses as the floral tribute. Mum told me that it was symbolic. The three red roses in the middle represented Grandpa, his first wife Grandma Anita and his second wife Grandma Mary. The four red roses in each corner of the cross represent the four children. I thought that was lovely!

Grandpa had chosen all his own readings and his hymns which wereOh, for a Thousand Tongues to Sing, Jesus, Thy Blood and Righteousness, Jesus, the Name High Over All and How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds. The singing was magnificent and it was so nice to hear these lovely hymns sung properly. My Uncle John gave a lovely tribute to Grandpa and I learnt lots of things I didn’t know already. I knew that Grandma and Grandpa had lots of missionaries to stay, but I hadn’t realised that one of them was Gladys Aylward which I thought was quite cool. Grandpa was very committed to supporting people who were serving God overseas, as well as being a founding member of the The Gideons. It was a very lovely tribute, and very fitting. My cousin Tim also read the following poem, which Grandpa gave out to everyone he could…


I Met God in the Morning by Ralph Cushman

I met God in the morning
When my day was at its best.
And his presence came like sunrise:
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the presence lingered,
All day long he stayed with me;
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed;
But the winds that seemed to drive them,
Brought to us rest and peace.
Then I thought of other mornings
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings:
With the presence left behind.
So I think I know the secret
Learned from nay a troubled way:
You must seek him in the morning
If you want him through the day.

I met God in the morning
when the world was still.
I met God in the morning
when I sought his will.
I met God in the morning
when I knelt to pray.
I met God in the morning
and he stayed with me all day.

After the service we went to Les Cotils for afternoon tea. It was lovely that so many people came and the food was fantastic. It was also rather convenient as this is where we are going to have our wedding reception so I got to test out the food, as well as have a little look around the place.

So, all in all, a sad day, but not a really sad day. It was good to celebrate the life of my lovely Grandpa, but as we say in Guernsey patois, a la perchoine… which means until we meet again because I am very, very sure that we will meet again in heaven.

So, here are a few photos for you to peruse (there are a few more on Flickr if you want to click through from one of these pictures)…

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RIP Grandpa

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My Mum phoned me this morning to tell me that my lovely Grandpa had died peacefully in the early hours of the morning. He had been deteriorating for some time, really since this photo was taken at my Dad’s 60th birthday party a couple of years ago, and he was in a nursing home now.

Grandpa was an amazing man. He told terrible jokes… for example whenever you asked him if he was well he would always reply “You can never be too well” or if you asked him if he was alright he would reply “No, I’m half left”. He had a beautiful wide smile that greeted you every time you walked in the room and his smile always reached his eyes.

He certainly didn’t have an easy life. His first wife Grandma Anita died of breast cancer when my Dad was 19. He then went onto marry Grandma Mary and today would have been their 40th wedding anniversary. They exchanged their gifts just two days ago, and today Grandpa went to be with Jesus. Grandpa was also a Gideon, and I blogged about that here. His faithfulness in talking to people about Jesus was unwavering, and even when in hospital he always had a Gideon Testament ready to give out if he was able to. Such faith, and such conviction.

Every time I went home over the last year I said my goodbyes to him. I always knew that it could, and at some point would, be the last time I could say my goodbyes to him. He prayed for us regularly and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Grandpa loved me passionately. I also know, beyond anything else, that Grandpa is where he most wanted to be. Safe with his beloved Saviour. The one in whom he has put his trust for 90+ years and the one to whom he was continually running, even when he couldn’t get out of his bed.

He kept this little poem in his bible and i think it sums him up perfectly.

From My Heart

I’ve known the Master for many years
And I’ve tried him o’er and o’er,
Honest I can tell you know
I truly love Him more and more
With every passing year.

Nobody loves you like Jesus loves
Nobody cares like He cares.
You’ll never have a truer friend:
He died that you might live again.

He will bring peace to your troubled heart,
Comfort from every pain.
He will bring you joy like you’ve never known.
So trust Him and you will have life again.
Make Jesus your very own.

So, a la perchoine Grandpa. I love you and I know that you are now resting where you have always wanted to be. xxx