My grandpa passed away earlier this week, on his 95th birthday. As I type this, much of my family is at his graveside many miles away, laying his earthly body to rest. When I heard of his passing, the first thought that came to my mind wasn’t sadness that he had passed, but the joy he must have been feeling, being reborn into a new body, free from the cancer that had slowly eaten away at his soul’s earthly shell.
May he rest in peace, rejoicing before his Savior for all of eternity, finally seeing with his own eyes what his soul had longed for every moment of his time here on earth.
The birthday we all eagerly await.