“My beloved grandfather, Ed Thompson, died in February of 1996. I was pregnant with my first
child at the time. Initially, it was somewhat of a relief. Granddaddy had been in failing health for
years, physically and mentally. We were told one day he likely wouldn’t make it through the
night. He made it two more months. We all loved him so much; we didn’t want him to suffer
anymore. We all knew he was at peace, at home with his Lord. My baby ended up being born on
his birthday that September.
Not many days go by without me thinking of him. He was truly one of I kind. I frequently hope
to be the kind of person he was. Kind, loving, devoted to God and his family. I’m sad sometimes
that he wasn’t able to meet my kids.”
~Nancy