My Grandpa's name was Fred. He was my best friend.
The relationship I had with my Grandpa was similar to the relationship he had with his own mother: anything and everything was up for discussion.
They would often discuss the idea of heaven and life after death and the two had come to an agreement on the subject; whosoever left this plane first would somehow return to let the other know that there was indeed a life after. Many years later his mother died ... but she never returned to fulfill their agreement and so my Grandpa was left unsure about the prospects of an afterlife. Sadly as time went on, his uncertainty morphed into doubt.
On December 17, 2007, my Grandpa was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I was devastated. Why was this happening to him? I prayed everyday asking God to spare him…
- Joined March 5, 2009