Monday, October 26, 2009

Frosty Morning


I bolted out of bed as I heard the phone ringing early in the morning. None of us has been feeling well all week, and we hadn't set any alarms hoping for a chance to sleep in. Was it Mac? He's called early before when he hasn't been feeling well.

But it wasn't Mac. As I answered the phone, I heard the voice of my mother in law on the other end, and I knew. She doesn't call early. Especially on a Sunday. My heart sank as I listened to her talk, and I as heard my husband moving in the bed and whisper, " Is everything okay?"



My husband's 95 year old grandfather had passed away in the night. The tile floor was cold under my feet as I stood listening to the details of the last week of his life. He hadn't been opening his eyes, and only sat up for brief periods for a few bites of food here and there.

And now he was gone from this life. Cold, like the morning.



Grandpa would have enjoyed the early morning scene of frost covering the grass, the world looking as if sugar had been spilled out everywhere. He loved to be outside working in his flowers, taking in the beauty.



With the frost comes death. Flowers disappear. Trees become sparse. Winter is on its way.



Early in the morning, after receiving the phone call and wandering around outside, I was reminded by Him that death isn't always ugly. Death can be beautiful.

8 comments:

jAne said...

Remembering your family in prayer...

jAne at tickleberry farm

randi said...

I am so sorry, Tracy. It is hard to lose a grandparent as they are so much a part of our lives. I will keep you all in my prayers.

This is a lovely post, by the way.

Randi

Danielle said...

Beautiful Post Tracy...I'll be praying for your family.

Jodi said...

Tracy and Vern ~ So very sorry for your loss. Will be praying for your family.

Mrs.Rabe said...

Sorry for your loss, Tracy....

I like your reminder that death can be beautiful too.

I will be remembering your family...

Kelly said...

I am so sorry for your loss.

Abounding Treasures said...

Remembering your family at this time Tracy and what a touching and beautiful post . . .

Wendy said...

So sorry to hear about your Grandfather Tracy! I liked your post alot. It reminds me of Psalm 30. Before my Grandmother passed on she told me "for sorrow like a pilgrim shall tarry through the night...but then a shout of joy comes before the morning light." Thinking of you and your family.