David's father, D.R., died on Thanksgiving morning in Jackson, Mississippi. We knew it was coming, as he had been seriously ill for some time. But when it finally came, it was very very hard to get our minds around it. He was such the patriarch ... a true father ... devoted husband ... strong Christian. I loved how, when he said grace, he still said "thee" and "thou". There were times when I could have wrung his neck, but in the next instant I loved him again. He said he knew that I was the one for David, when we were at the beach one time, and I was patiently waiting for David to get all his stuff together. No one was ever that patient with David, who D.R. nicknamed Uncle Harrison. Apparently when D.R. was farming, he had a hired hand named Uncle Harrison who never did anything quickly. David is the same way. And I guess I had the right stuff to put up with that.
Boy did D.R. love his grandchildren. But he and Colin had a special bond. We lived in Jackson for the first 8 years we were married. When Colin was in preschool, Granddaddy used to pick him up and the two of them would go to Burger King. Colin could get Granddaddy back on course if he took a wrong turn in the car. One time when David wouldn't let Colin have something, Colin picked up the phone to call Granddaddy because Granddaddy would let him have it. The other kids didn't know Granddaddy that well, because we moved away (and Granddaddy never forgave us!) but they all loved him nonetheless. Even Melanie started singing right in the middle of the funeral (when everything was quiet, and the preacher was praying) but David said that was music to Granddaddy's ears.
We can only rejoice that he is no longer suffering. His blind eyes can see again, he no longer has to "stick" (his term for taking his blood sugar level) or take 10,000 pills with breakfast. He can sit in the Big Recliner in the sky and watch his grandchildren play. His golf swing is perfect, and the ball never slices or hooks. The wind is perfect and the greens are smooth. He can have grits and bacon every morning, and he won't have to eat broccoli any more. No more "ambrosia" for dessert ... he can have the pound cake. And he won't have to miss us any more ... he is with us all the time.