This morning my grandfather took his first breath of celestial air.
G.E. Reed was his name, but we all called him "Papaw." He was an incredible man, who lived an incredible life. He flew airplanes in WWII... oh the adventures he had! One of my favorites has to be how they would stock the cockpits of the planes full of beer, then fly over the Himalayan mountains and back, unloading ice-cold beer for all the soldiers. Classic! Papaw built houses and churches all over Colorado and Texas. And he was one of the best golfers I've ever known. When he was 80, he had shot 100 games UNDER his age... now that is something! He also won $100 from Lee Trevino in a golf tournament. When he was 90, he could go out and shoot in the mid-70s... I don't know if you know anything about golf, but that is GOOD. I am imagining that perhaps he may be playing a round with Jesus as we speak.
My grandmother, Sue (Mamaw) is living and I am praying for joy amidst grief, peace, and hope for what is to come.
I miss him. And yet, I rejoice that he has seen Jesus face-to-face and is free from this world!
Papaw, I love you. And I will see you in heaven one day!