The time passes so quickly.
Just 5 years ago.
Excited about the new life on its way.
Crushed by the word cancer.
A new life arrives that touched us so deeply and changed everything.
Little Mia comes home from the hospital just in time for a white Christmas.
But as she comes home from the hospital, another enters.
Empty seats at the Christmas table as we each faced our torn responsibilities.
Hearts stretched to the limits in joy and pain and searching for understanding.
A family faced with so much change, so much change, so much…
And along with the new year’s arrival, we found that our family was the same size it had been,
Missing one we knew and had memories with, but holding one to make more memories.
Oh, let’s make those memories count.
I love you Granddad. I miss you.
I didn’t get those last days with you,
You know my heart, you know my love,
Until that day when we are reunited –
We love you, and hope we can carry the Ballinger name,
To God’s Glory and to your memory,
Thank you for your life, your example, your faith.
The ring placed back into my grandmother’s open hand,
I can’t hold back the rush of emotion even now.
The words and handshakes of an endless line of loving people,
Whose words I couldn’t even hear through the deafening numbness.
And the joy of baby Mia and the crushing responsibilities of being a new dad,
Gave me a distraction from my mourning and loss,
I stumbled through it all barely awake, barely alive,
But we made it, and we are making it,
And God honors your life and showed mercy on our family greatly,
Knowing the hole would be so great from your departure,
That He gave us Mia as a blessing and a renewal,
Just when His timing was perfect.
Thank you, God,
Your ways are amazing.
Miss you, Granddad Ballinger. Love you.
“Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged
We came together, fell apart
And broke each other’s hearts
Remember when the sound of little feet was the music
We danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we’d never give it up
For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NLT