Friends, it’s been a weekend.
Yesterday, my sweet, sweet grandpa went to be with Jesus.
I’m trying to think of words to type right now, but honestly, Thomas Roy Lowe would just want me to point you all to Jesus. My grandpa loved his family fiercely, he was a very proud Marine, but his one true passion in this world was sharing the gospel of Jesus.
I am so thankful that the week of Christmas, my kids, and I got to spend one on one time with just him in his home. He was healthy, he was mobile. Smith played the violin, Ashby asked him his thoughts on what happened to the dinosaurs, we all got a lot of cuddles and kisses in…we talked so much about my grandmother who passed away a year ago. It was a sweet, sweet time.
Andrew and I got to go say goodbye. It was brutal but amazing. He knew it was me and understood…it’s something I’ll always remember. My grandparents were married for 75 years and from the moment she passed, he just wanted to be home. Home with Jesus and with his Mandy.
To live almost 98 years…a full life…what a gift.
I grew up with the most amazing grandparents. All four of them attended every recital, dance team performance, football game, spelling bee, you name it, that Sean and I had. They were dear, dear friends and loved the two of us so very much.
I would like to think I have special attributes of each of my grandparents.
When I think of how I’m like my Papa, here are just a few things that come to mind…
He was a runner. He ran 3 to 4 miles every day until he was 85. He loved being outside, and he loved to run.
Papa loved dogs. I don’t remember him not having a dog…and he loved them. They brought him such joy.
Papa was a reader. He always let me pick what was on TV because he “had his book”. He read and he read and he read.
Papa loved the Lord and would use any platform or opportunity he had to share it with others.
In November, the US Marines Corps found out that a 97 year old veteran of World War II never received his uniform or medals. They presented him with both and right before Christmas, this handsome guy here got to have it fitted and try it on for the first time. He told us he’ll now be able to be buried like a Marine. The medals were presented last week, and he was able to see all eight of them too. My aunt said it best when she told me that her dad had been there for the Marines when they needed him in the 1940s and now, they’ve been there for him. You wouldn’t believe the love and support they’ve given to him recently. He’s been truly honored.
Geez, I’ve been so blessed by this man. I am who I am today because he poured into me. I am THRILLED TO PIECES though that he is in Heaven, and he is with my Mimi. A piece of Roy Lowe will live in me forever. To be as blessed as me to have a grandfather like him. If you do not know what I’m talking about when I share my faith but you want to know more, EMAIL ME! I would love to chat about it with you. My grandpa would want me to. firstname.lastname@example.org
I saw this quote years and years ago and wrote it down to describe my Papa…
…they were rejoicing, Papa. You did good. You did so freaking good. xx