In Memory of......

Yesterday I received a not so pleasant call from my mom that my Granddad passed away that morning.
I didn't know what to say or how to feel. The only way I can describe my feelings is that I felt very bad. I felt bad that I lived too far away to get to know him the way I should have; I felt bad that I never sent him my graduation invitation and picture, because I was careless enough to lose my  uncle's address; and  I felt bad when my mom said she hadn't gotten around to sending him letters in the nursing home, because I  also had been too busy to think of it either. Most of all I felt bad because none of us went out of our way to witness the love of Christ to him. My hope is that he knew the Lord and we will see him one day in heaven.


What's my best memory of Grandpa Josh? Every year until I was twenty or twenty-one my Grandpa sent me a birthday card with twenty dollars in it. The cards were always the prettiest ones ever and I saved everyone of them. I remember feeling sad when I was too old to get them anymore.

Grandpa/ Joyce Joshua: this post is for you.