This past weekend my Grandfather, William Fay Rutledge, passed away. His passing was not unexpected as he was in his 80’s and had been battling cancer for most of this year. Expectation does not make the death of a loved one any easier; it just makes it less shocking. I’m thinking my grandmother, Peggy Rutledge, his wife of 62 years, does not see it that way.
| March 2012-Grandpa, Grandma Seth, Reese and Christian. |
You see my Grandfather, a man of excellent character and demeanor, gave his life to the Lord and was baptized in front of almost his entire family last year. This gives me the “Peace that passes all understanding” that Philippians 4:7 talks about. I know in my knower that I will see him again someday. That wonderful man with his beautiful thick gray hair, strong, but gentle arms, and sweet smiling eyes is not gone forever, but only a moment.
Maybe it was the business of the days that followed that news that kept me from processing his passing. I hadn’t cried or had a moment to just stop and reflect until a phone conversation with my mother and grandmother. In that conversation she told me that Grandpa hadn’t really had an appetite in the last few weeks of his life and that grandma had just made him some toast with my Jam on it the other day. She told me that after grandpa took a bite of that jam and toast he said “Oh that is so good, is there anymore of that?” There came those missing tears. Mom, with grandma in the background continued on to say, “Jenny, you know, he was so proud of what you are doing with your Jams.” Yep, the tears flowed after that.
My grandfather was proud of me. The value of that knowledge is something I will never be able to put into words.