{"id":1015,"date":"2012-05-17T10:16:39","date_gmt":"2012-05-17T10:16:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/?p=1015"},"modified":"2012-05-17T14:20:35","modified_gmt":"2012-05-17T14:20:35","slug":"grandpa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/joel-mcmartin\/2012\/05\/17\/grandpa\/","title":{"rendered":"Grandpa"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I knew that when I walked on the plane to leave for Africa, that life would not be the same when I returned years later.\u00a0 How it would be different, I couldn\u2019t know.\u00a0 As much as I knew that reality, I chose not to dwell on it or I might have not walked onto that plane.\u00a0 So I should not be surprised by the grief of change.\u00a0 This morning my grandpa, whom I dearly loved, passed away.\u00a0\u00a0 I know this is not a final goodbye, but I will miss seeing him here on this earth.\u00a0 It is hard to not be with family during this time to help and grieve and remember.\u00a0 I desperately cling to the hope that as effective as prayers have been in my life, so might my prayers provide some comfort to my family as I am away.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t be there, but I can remember with everyone else the wonderful ways\u00a0 that this man impacted my life.<\/p>\n

Grandpa\u2026.<\/p>\n