Today was my former father-in-laws memorial
service so needless to say, it was a hard day for all of us. His
service was at the church he last served as pastor and where he and my
mother-in-law still attended up until a few months ago. We had seen him
preach there numerous times so it was hard to imagine him not being up
there giving the message or blessing you at communion.
This man accepted me into him family when I was pregnant and unmarried
to his son. He welcomed me with open arms without judgement. But more
extraordinary, he welcomed Connor as a grandson immediately. It didn't
matter that he wasn't blood, there was no difference to him. Every time
we spoke he said I'm praying for you and looking back, I realize just
how special those words were coming from him. Not just as a pastor but
like a dad. He was the closest thing I had to a father and the only
grandfather my boys had. I am sad that since the divorce I have only
gotten to see them a handful of times and didn't get the chance to tell
him what he meant to me but am grateful he knows now what was in my
heart.
~ still climbing mountains ~
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