I have tried to find an intro to explain this title. I guess I will start with saying I mean this literally. The world soon will be minus one great man. You reader do not know him, nor have you heard of him. He is a man who spread happiness where ever he went. A man that would talk to you, whether he knew you or not, like he was your best friend. A man who treated complete strangers as friends. And a man who could never remember anyone but my brother’s birthday. And man who tried to marry me off while in a hospital. My Grandpa Frank Goff.
This is not goodbye, but this is a tribute to his memory. It’s funny the memories you recall when you know a man is on his deathbed. It is funny though, most of the memories happened at various Mexican restaurants. I can remember going to a house worth over a million dollars with him and my family. And it’s sad that the memories in my head I cannot put to words. This makes me sad, because you reader, will never know the greatness that I seen in the limited times I was being lectured about the stock market, being tickled unmercifully by him (younger years), or being told something at least two-hundred times before he left from a visit.
Today my mother was told that he took a turn for the worst and they didn’t know if he would make it. My mom then proceeded to tell me that he was tired of fighting, and told his wife, “I want to go home to be with my heavenly father.” There is no shame in wanting to stop fighting. In some cases quitting yields better results for example:
“For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.”
It saddens me to know that he has only little time left; I don’t want him to leave. I may never see him that much, but looking back I value the time that I had. I don’t know how to feel about grandpa going on a trip of such a length as this one. The span of my life seems very long, but a drop in the hat to eternity. Which brings to a question. If God sees the end of all things, this includes eternity. So, what happens at the end of eternity?
Hell, I don’t even feel like I even like I was close to what I wanted to accomplish, but this does make me feel a tad better.
Rest In Peace Grandpa. I will see you soon. Have fun in Heaven, and when you arrive, please buy me a T-Shirt.
