One of the reasons that I opted to move back to Sweden after a decade+ in the US was partially due to my grandparents getting old and ill. They raised me and are my beloved examples in all things. They never spoke much, but were examples of how to live a righteous and loving life as disciples in Christ.
My grandfather has been a hard worker his whole life, born into a very large and poor family from Jokkmokk (the very northern parts of Sweden). He almost died a couple of weeks ago and I feel the urgency to take down his life history and of those relatives that still live in his heart and mind.
About 3 years ago, my grandfather was diagnosed with Parkinson and Alzheimer. These 3 years have substantially changed my grandfather's and grandmother's quality of life. His health is deteriorating quickly. I have been wondering how such cruel illness happen to selfless and giving people that love God.
Now a month later, I understand more. He never curse God about his ailments. He loves the opportunity to have lived a full life and accept his current time that is heavy laiden in his sufferings. He is brave, and worries more about us than himself. He is grace and an example of hope and faith. He knows where his place will be when God resurrect His chosen the last day. My grandfather might need help remembering what a wonderfully blessed life he has had, and he knows that this life on earth is but a short moment in time. He knows he is loved by all his flocking grand children and great grandchildren that all love him so.
We stop our days, for our grandfather and great grandfather. We take time to tell him we love him. We thank him for our lives.
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