I'm...

Mourning the death of Grandpa.
And rejoicing, always.

Mourning that he had to go through so much pain.
Singing because he's free of it.

Crying because my future children won't play Husker Du with their Great-Grandpa Hooyer in this life.
Curious if we'll do that in heaven.

Glad that I had the priviledge of having all eight grandparents present at my wedding.
Sorry that my sisters won't have that.

Missing his calm voice saying Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed by Thy name.
Praising because God's will is done on earth as it is in heaven.

Sad that I won't have Grandpa's silent enjoyment when I sit down at the piano after a Sunday dinner.
Smiling at what awesome sounds he must be hearing right now.

Grieving our family's loss.
Celebrating Grandpa's gain.

Your kingdom come, your will be done

I've been wanting to post the past couple days to say something about Grandpa. However, I couldn't think of much to say that hadn't already been said by Heather's post, her other post, or Janet.
Mom and Dad called last night from the hospital and put the phone to Grandpa's ear so I could talk to him, which was good. I couldn't hear him say anything but they said he knew who I was and said something. I told him I loved him, that I wished I could be there, that I'm praying for him.

I do have two things to add to Heather's list, although she said most of the good ones already:

• Him offering (threatening?) to pull our teeth out with a pliers when we told him they were loose.
• Grandpa's version of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Winner gets to slap the other person's hand-- hard!