The last time I saw him was over Thanksgiving. When we said our goodbyes, he got emotional. I was told that he did that sometimes, but I think we both felt that it was the last time we would see each other (or at least I did). That was a kindness from the Lord.
My grandpa lived a long life. He would have been 98 next month. I knew this time was coming and I, of course, always planned to be at his funeral. But what I didn't plan on was a global pandemic or living in New Jersey or my mom being in the hospital where visitors wouldn't be allowed. And even though this seems like the worst possible timing from my perspective, the Lord is not surprised by any of this and I am trying to rest in His good providence.
My grandpa was my last living grandparent and probably the one that I felt the closest to. He was such a joy. He had a great sense of humor, was almost always jolly, and lived a quiet life. Unlike my grandma (his wife), he never seemed to fret over things. He was a steady presence. He didn't say a lot, but he usually had good things to say. Whenever we would say goodbye, he always said, "Pray for me." I am going to miss him, but I am glad that I can grieve with hope, knowing that he is with our Savior, experiencing true and everlasting Joy.
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| Lloyd Hovis | 1922-2020 |
