The Original Calvin

There are three Calvins in my life.  My son, Calvin William.  My dad, Calvin Russell.  And my grandpa, Calvin Lamar.

I mentioned a few weeks ago how much I'd like to get a picture of the three Calvins together.  Just a few hours after I wrote that, Dad called to let me know that my grandpa had passed away suddenly from a heart attack.  My heart feels sad to know that my son won't get to meet this wonderful man in this life.  I like to imagine that he had a chat with Heavenly Father before he came to Earth and discussed His plans for Grandpa.  I think maybe Heavenly Father told my baby how He needed Grandpa back with Him, and promised that he would get to meet Grandpa in the next life. 

My grandpa was a good man.  He worked hard.  He was honest.  He had a testimony.  He was a loving and devoted husband.  He was a good example to his posterity. 

We traveled to St. Johns for the funeral last week.  Considering it was our second 20+ hour (round trip) journey in two weeks, I was amazed at how good the kids traveled, even Calvin.  It is a long drive, but it's one that I wish I had made a few more times these last few years.  I learned a lot about Grandpa at his funeral.  He wasn't one to sit and offer up stories or memories . . . he was kind of quiet that way.  I remember him being a man who listened more than he spoke.  I don't know if those who know him better than I do would say that's accurate, but that's how I remember him. 

As we were leaving the funeral, heading toward the cemetery, we passed the old feed store that Grandpa had owned at one point in his career.  The marquee outside held a pithy sentiment.

I'm so grateful for the promise that families are forever.  I know that I'll see my grandpa again.  And when we are reunited I know this temporary separation that must happen for all of us will seem like such a small moment.