On Friday, July 17th, around 8 pm, my grandfather went home. Not to an earthly home, but to his heavenly home with Jesus. He was 90 years old.
The past few years we have seen a decline in his health, but this past year the decline was drastic and rapid. It was hard to watch as he became someone unlike himself. After fall after fall this spring, we decided to move him here to Baltimore so that we could be closer to him and provide better care.
Back in May, we were pretty certain that his days were numbered, but he rallied back and lived two more months. It was hard to watch though as he was so unhappy to be that way.
I still feel like it has not completely sunk in that he is gone. I had prepared myself for this day already, but it still seems weird to think that it has come and gone.
The funeral was yesterday. It all seemed like such a whirlwind. People really do come out of the woodwork when someone dies. It was so nice to hear from everyone how much my grandfather had meant to them, what he had shown them, taught them, and even the silly things he did with them.
Yesterday, before we left Richmond, we re-visited the grave. He is now next to my grandmother, reunited 11 years later, right where he would want to be. It’s so peaceful back there. Away from the sound of cars or the bustle of everyday life. Shaded by large trees. We hung a lantern each over my grandfather and grandmother. These lights will soak up the day’s sun, and then flicker away at night. I’d love to go back and see what it looks like at night.
We laid him to rest, he suffers no more. He is now a voice in the heavenly choir, praising the one who saves us. How comforting to know that we will all be reunited once again.
John Cecil Spencer
Jan. 26, 1919 – July 17, 2009