We’re still reeling from the loss of Allen, my father-in-law. As you read this we’re driving up to Fort Bragg, California to go through his things and start packing mementos away. This is an especially hard time for both Chris and Rita, his son and daughter, as they’ll begin to go through the memories of their life without him at their side.
With an ache, we’ll go through his clothes, his watch collection, his knives, hunting gear, and photos and sift through things that the grandchildren might like to have as a tangible item of their Grandpa.
I’ve often thought over the last couple of weeks how I could help them work through this coming weekend as we do this. A verse in Romans comes to mind.
“Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.” –Romans 12:15
What beautiful words. We will mourn for the missing piece from our family here. I’m going to hold their hands as they cry, and I’ll feel the sadness along with them as they grieve. I’ll comfort them as they remember.
But we’re also going to rejoice for the happy times. We’re going to remember his laugh, his return from his hunting trips, the outings he had with his family. We’re going to remember him constantly reminding his grandchildren to call him “Uncle Allen” instead of “Grandpa Allen.” We’re going to remember his vibrant personality and his heartfelt desire to give to those in need. We’re going to remember him for the great spirit he had and the love that he gave.
Thank you, Jesus, for providing me just the right verse to help us as we walk through this weekend.