Place of Peace


He would have been 100 years old in July, but he died last Tuesday. When we went to see him in the hospital on Sunday, he was heavily medicated and too weak to get out of bed. My brother and I were on each side of him when he asked us to help him sit up. He gripped our hands with a surprising grip like he once gripped his carpenter’s hammer. After we did so, we asked him what he wanted.


“I want to go home.”


Because he’d previously indicated that he was ready to leave this world, we weren’t sure if he was talking about an eternal home with God, or his home of approximately 60 years in rural northwest Alabama.


Either way, I’ve always associated his land with him. It seemed when I was with him, it was always at the little white church just down the road, or this beautiful place. We walked, hunted, and worked on this land. And when my grandmother was still alive, we feasted like kings on it’s produce.

There is a spring behind the house, beyond the barn and down the hill. The spring trickles out of the ground, meanders down a series of moss-covered rocky steps, and blends with the sounds of the breeze blown forest leaves like an orchestra.



As children, my brother, my cousins, and I played in the creek, the chicken houses, and the barn.


As adults, we reunited and reminisced. And when my grandaddy was too old to join us there, we went down to the spring to meditate. We were thankful that God had given him to us, and knew it was almost time to give him back.









So I said one last goodbye to my grandaddy this week, and to this place of peace. As satisfying as this home has been for him, I know that his new one, beyond all imagination, greatly surpasses.
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6 thoughts on “Place of Peace

  1. Beautiful pictures! Can't imagine how beautiful his new home is. We're laying my Grandpa to rest on Monday, he would have been 92 in March. I too feel blessed that I have many good memories with a wonderful grandfather.

  2. What treasure; your Grandfather and the legacy he has given to his family! Thanks for sharing these beautiful photographs, memories, and words. Your family is in my prayers as you celebrate your Grandfather's life and his home going.

  3. I have been thinking of you and your loss a lot this week. It is interesting that I too associate my time with my grandfather and the land he owned. Land I visited. Land I explored, hunted, fished, and pretended on. Good times. Great memories.Keith

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