
Some of you believe in miracles and, I'm sure, some of you don't. Some people classify life itself a supernatural miracle. Some people see only the raising of the dead or near-dead as a supernatural miracle. From my perspective, the events surrounding my Grandaddy Self's death were nothing short of miraculous, no matter how you choose to explain them.
Grandaddy lived with diagnosed non-alcohol-related cirrhosis for 18 years. I won't even pretend to know his prayer when he was first diagnosed, but I know mine would have been some kind of plea for life or healing. And God granted him 18 mostly healthy years.
Grandaddy had several weeks near the end of his life where he was failing, but of sound mind. Unexplainably, people flew and drove from all over the country to visit him. Whether they knew it or not they were saying good-bye. He had some sweet visits that will be warm memories in the minds of his visitors for many years to come.
Not only that, but as his body failed, his organs shut down, his circulation slowed and then stopped in the extremities, and he could no longer eat or drink he did not suffer pain. He did not need or ever request any pain medication. Quite miraculous, imho.
Grandaddy lived "a long obedience in the same direction". His life was not full of drama or failure as so many people seem to find themselves in today. He was a dedicated Christian, family-man, church member, employee, and citizen. His life was of an enviable standard and quality.
Grandaddy was surrounded by his loving wife and three children during his last weeks. He saw his wife and children stand beside him and give him every conceivable support -- physical, emotional, spiritual -- that he may have needed. How many dying men could claim such?
Grandaddy conquered death. Death had no fear or mastery over him. He was assured of eternal life, a glorified body, and salvation through belief in Jesus Christ.
Grandaddy’s firstborn son was with him when he left his mortal coil. I am honored to think that one day the same could be said of my son. (One day far away...)
And I am quite certain I don't know the half of it. Family and friends feel free to post your perspectives of the miracles surrounding life and death.
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