His life has been so rich. His contributions so many. And in these last years of his long and amazing life his world is growing increasingly small. I don’t think too often about what the rest of my life will look like. My today is full and requires everything I have (and usually a little bit more). But when I’m 90 I surely hope I love Jesus and love family the way my Grandpa does. Getting to share a week with him this July was such a treasure. Since we won’t all be able to travel back east for his 90th birthday bash, we celebrated out here.
As we took turns going around the room and reading him our birthday letters, we shared with him the impact his life had had, on us and on many. After each of us spoke, he would say that he hoped that what we’d said was even partly true. And we would choke up and tell him that indeed, what we had spoken was what we meant. His humble and tender heart, the way he tells me “You’re doing such a great job, keep up the good work with those kids!” speaks so deeply to my being, every single time he says it. He is a great and brilliant man who has worked very hard and lived a full and rich life. It was a delight to celebrate with him while he is still with us.