Our son-in-law's father died Wednesday. He had battled lung cancer on and off for years. He was a very sweet, funny, dear man. He lived into his eighties and was blessed with four sons, three grandchildren, and a steady strong life in the same town, in the same house for most of his life. Until a few years ago, all of his sons lived nearby and his two grandsons. He was a stalwart churchgoer and and a devoted husband and father. An ordinary life, you might say, but extraordinary in his kindness and steadfast devotion. I ache for how much his wife will miss him, and his family. I find myself very saddened indeed. I also feel for our granddaughter's loss of a grandpa. He was a gem. He was delighted with her. She's so young, and our youngest lost her grandparents when she was 3 as well, and it left a big hole. So I think of this precious little girl who has lost one of her biggest fans.
I hope the family is comforted by the dignity with which he left them. When the doctors found a return, he decided not to do any more chemo or radiation. He died at home in his bed. Bless him. Bless all ordinary people showing heroic courage and steadfast love in a turbulent world.
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