Just not how I imagine...

This morning I was awoken by a phone call from my Uncle Jeff. My grandfather, who is 93 years old, was admitted to the hospital for kidney failure. My heart sank. Something about this call was different. He's been ill and the last time I saw him it was very visible that he is deteriorating. I called my mom in Idaho and gave her the news. I called a friend from church who thankfully immediately brought their daughter to babysit my kids and I headed to the hospital. I also called my sister, who met me there.

Just us being there seemed to lift grandpa's spirit and give him a reason to shine. They aren't sure tonight if it is a blockage in his kidneys or if it is just old age causing his kidneys to fail. They've done the testing and are awaiting the results, we should know in the morning. Either way it doesn't look all that good.

Do you know if you asked me to name one person on the earth that I knew for a fact would go to be with Jesus when they died...my answer would be my grandfather! And somehow I'd convinced myself that that would somehow make this all a little easier to deal with...but in many ways it hasn't...it's more crushing than I ever imagined...