Thursday, March 24, 2011

from whom all blessings flow

This previous Sunday my grandfather Arlo Robbins passed away at the age of 96. We have known for a long time, clearly, that he was on his way out. And so it took a few days to hit me.

But it did hit me, this afternoon at about 4 o'clock. I was watching a Thanksgiving episode of Everybody Loves Raymond. And I thought about Thanksgiving with my family, the women cooking all day, and the men watching football with Arlo until dinner. And grandpa would make us all circle up and hold hands in that tiny room, and we (his wife of over 60 years, his 5 children, and 8 grandchildren) would sing the doxology.

I bet he's singing it right now.

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