Dad Shepherd

When I think of the man I called Dad Shepherd/Grandpa/Roger's dad, there are a thousand vignettes. Dad performing our wedding ceremony over forty years ago when I married into the clan. Grandpa holding our children as they were dedicated to the Lord. Grandpa tearing up whenever we reminisced about Grandma. Grandpa breaking into song at the drop of a hat--and always a song that brought honor and praise to the Lord. Grandpa riding a bike with a grandchild at 75 years of age. Grandpa getting one of the grandbabies dressed and putting her clothes on backwards and neither one of them knowing or caring. Grandpa being the first to help when someone was in need, whether you needed your roof fixed or a tire changed or the dishes washed. And, Grandpa praying. Both Grandma and Grandpa had the incredible ability to usher you into the presence of the Lord. Even at the last, when he wasn't always sure where his room was in the house, if you called on him to pray, he instantly was talking to his Father in tones of tenderness and confidence.

When I told one of my friends who had only met Grandpa one time, that he had gone on Home, his words to me were, "We have lost a warrior. It makes me even more determined to fight the good fight."

What a legacy this good man has left behind him. I look forward to Heaven when I will get to spend eternity getting to know him in all the ways I did not get to here on earth.

We are a blessed family.

Carol