Thursday, August 5, 2010

Joseph Frederick Baxter, II
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.
What an incredible man my Grandad was. Already, my family has been overwhelmed with thoughts and prayers from others sharing our sorrow to our loss of such a fabulous person. 5 years is a long time to battle anything-especially when it's cancer and it's kicking your ass. 5 years ago, it started in his colon. Then, it moved to his kidneys and then to his liver. After a short break, it showed up in his lungs and back to the kidneys and liver. Once it spreads that way, there isn't much anyone can do except stop and enjoy the last few precious moments.

A little after 7 last night, Grandad was welcomed into the Kingdom of God. There was a very intense down pour last night right before 7 and then the clouds parted and the most beautiful sunset appeared. As I was standing in awe of it, Uncle Dan called with the news. My dad said Grandma Sadie was so happy to see Grandad and her joy was shining down. I believe it 110%.

Leaving to be with family tomorrow, this is my last day in Warrenton. I'm a frantic mess, running around with errands, packing everything up for school, cleaning because Erica is here and David is flying in tonight. But blogging is a good release for me. Blogging will help me remember how I was feeling, what I was feeling, help me grasp the lingering thoughts of this sad time in my life.

Thank you to all who have supported us during this time. We love you!


Grandma and Grandad meeting me for the first time.


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

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