One of my favorite people ever passed away yesterday morning. My great Uncle Ev.
You never knew a more jovial person in the world than my Uncle Ev. He told the funniest jokes and usually laughed the loudest at them. I think that fact was more enjoyable than the jokes themselves, actually.
See, this is what I dislike about growing older ... saying good-bye to those that have been in your life for what seems like forever. I am aware that it's going to happen, but I don't think that makes the saying of the words any easier.
My pastor says "this isn't our home," and he's right, of course. We're just here for a bit before we all meet in Heaven. And I know I will see him and others of my extended family in Heaven one day. I have the distinct legacy of long lineage of Christ-followers. Talk about a blessing!
In my mind's eye, Uncle Ev entered glory yesterday morning and was immediately met by my grandfather and another uncle we lost last fall, Uncle Ellery. After the initial handshakes and pleasantries, I imagine Uncle Ev told him one of his jokes, laughed boisterously, and then said, "Where are the fish biting, boys?"