As with all of my grandparents, the tyranny of distance kept us from knowing each other as well as we should have.
But we had seen each other a few times in recent years, and I had become impressed with the gentle, unassuming man Grandpa was. He had lived a surprisingly interesting life for an accountant
, but it was obvious that he had found true contentment in his Saviour and in humble devotion to him.
I regret making too little effort to spend time with Grandpa, and will for many years, no doubt. He excelled in the School of Life like no other I’ve known.
At 95 years of age, he fell asleep on Monday morning. He had been looking forward to that day for a long time, but he will be missed by those left behind.
Here's my last photo of him, taken way back in January 2006.
And here are some images I grabbed on my G9 at his funeral and memorial service in Melbourne yesterday.
Lunch at a random cafe on the way to the memorial service.
My sister.
Uncle John.
Aunty Jenny and my mum.
Dad and I on the plane home.
And finally, Grandpa and Grandma on their wedding day.
by luke
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