today is a bitter-sweet day for us...
After a very full weekend from wedding to Barberville, we came home... intending to rest up.
I was awakened this morning by my mother, "Get up, Emily... no more sleeping." She had a look of extreme duress on her face... that worried me.
"Mom?...Mom?" I could feel my pulse quicken as she just stood there looking at me with anguish in her eyes.
Anna and I followed her to her room where she broke the news to us.
Poppop died this morning.
I knew it was coming... Poppop has been very, very sick and was in hospice care for about a week. We went to visit him twice last week... on Monday and Wednesday. We took our instruments the second day and got to play quite a bit for him. (I'm crying.)
Poppop was always so supportive in everything we do! He loved our music, but could never make it to any performances because in the later years of his life, he couldn't travel extensively. So we brought performances to him. He would puff up with pride every time we played for him... I'm a proud guitarist now because of the influence he and my father have had in my life!
He was very musical (in fact, he and Mimae met in church choir 58 years ago!) He played the guitar and he and Mimae sang together like two love-birds all the time! Their harmonies were beautiful... oh how sad I am to never hear his voice again...
He was drifting in and out of consciousness when we visited him on Wednesday... Apparently it was "a good day" for him, but honestly, he was looking really rough. The last thing he said to me was, "I love you too, baby." (crying again... golly)
Anyway, please be praying for my Mimae, Dad and all his siblings and the rest of us as we are dealing with the loss of this wonderful man! I know he's in Heaven how with Isaac and all the other saints that have gone before, but it's still really hard right now.