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July 3, 2012 lizhadawaybaby, just for fun, life, love, oliver

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It’s long, I’m sorry. For years, Grandpa told everyone that he wanted to be cremated (and had very specific instructions for his ashes - ask if you dare) and didn’t want any kind of service after he died. The day he passed we found a letter from 2010 that laid out quite the opposite. On Friday night I was invited to prepare something to say at his service on Saturday so I pulled a late night hotel notepad writing session. I wrote about who he was to me, and included a tidbit about him and $2 bills. He loved to stuff them in birthday cards, and loved to make a scene around town by using them to pay for things; you can’t imagine how many people have either never seen one or didn’t know they existed and refused to accept them thinking they were fake. He lived for that interaction and loved the teaching moments that came with it. Yesterday I stood on stage with a mic in my hands and gave my speech. Afterwords an older man in attendance found me and slipped something in my hand saying “here, this is for you.” Being in the middle of a greeting line and helping translate for and protect grandma, I stuffed it in my pocket without really looking at it. After the service members of the church ushered the family into a conference room full of home cooked foods and I had a moment to empty my pocket. He had handed me a crisp two dollar bill. Papa was there. 😭❤️

My grandfathers love language was touch (only because I don’t think dirty jokes count). Bear hugs. Handshakes. My grandmas chest 🤪...we took his lead the last two days and always had hands on him. Brushing his hair, holding his hand or rubbing essential oils on his chest and arms. My brother and I even washed his face and trimmed his beard this morning - a memory I’ll always have with me. Chief Master Sergeant RB Griffin died this afternoon - only one week after finding out his body was riddled with cancer. He was at peace - friends and family are still working at catching up with him. Love you so much Papa. Hope you’re loving Heaven’s back 40.

One of the most loving, caring & serving men I know is suddenly & swiftly making the move from this life to the next, and the constant stream of people coming to love on him is awe inspiring (he would hate it, haha). He touched the lives of so many people in his town; these envelopes represent jail cells and they’re so full of words that you can barely make out what they say. As far back as I can remember, my grandfather would go to the jail twice a week to lead worship and minister to inmates there - and did so up until last week when he found out he had cancer. Watching him slip away is painful...watching my Grandma try to grasp it over and over again might be worse. Please keep us/them in your prayers.

“a gosling in the hand is worth two in the bush”...that’s how that saying goes, right? 😍

Ollie and I found where we’ll be spending a lot of our summer, today...Pop up downpour and all (saga in my stories☝🏼). Where are all of my friends with kayaks/paddle boards/boats at? We need to plan a day here!

Curious what the All Sons & Daughters camp has been up to since retiring? 😏 Still missing two girls & the baby coming in the fall (not mine). The #asadbabies tag has grown! 👧🏻👦🏼👦🏼👶🏼👶🏼👶🏼👶🏼🤰🏻😍

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