Rememberance

My father's family has suffered a huge loss.  My grandfather, Herbert Wertz, passed away this week.  While he had been ill for some time, the finality of his passing has me often sitting still in silence.

on his 85th birthday, 2010

For the first couple of days after his passing, I woke with silent tears rolling down my cheeks.  I miss him so, so much.  And it has only been a few days. He was a strength in my life that was nothing short of a blessing from God.  It has been so, so hard to see my grandmother struggle losing the love of her life, a man who treated her like a queen from day one.


His obituary, while a respectable and honorary rendering of his life, in no way captures the kind of warrior he was.  And not in a war vet kind of way.  My grandfather came from very humble beginnings, with a weak father figure, and grew into a man of gravitas, strength, perseverance, and reason. He overcame odds and never once gloated or was ostentatious in any way.


Nothing quite prepares us for death. And while intellectually, and often even spiritually, I know that life goes on after our bodies can no longer sustain, there has been a small, quiet barren feeling surrounding my own mortality as I've been processing the passing of my grandfather. 


So if you so happen to read this, and you believe in prayer or the power of thought, I ask for you to pray for or keep my grieving grandmother in your thoughts.  


I love you, Grandpa.