This picture was taken on December 24, 2004, Christmas Eve. It's my daughter Madison, myself, my father and my grandfather, Harold McHargue.
He died this morning. They took him to the hospital with a stomach flu.
This is the first grandparent I've lost. Obviously, at this point I'm deep in denial and feel almost nothing. I do feel grateful that he lived long enough to see Madison. You can read here that this is an issue that has concerned me since I found out Jenny was pregnant.
So, now he's gone. I'm sad, but grateful for all he did in my life and the lives of my family members.
I have to share a word of testimony. In these late stages of his life, my grandfather began to have days where he did not recognize anyone. These days were getting more and more frequent. I began to pray that God would preserve his life long enough to meet Madison and that when that happened, his mind would be clear.
That day came and God answered both sides of the request. On Christmas Eve our whole family was together and it was grand. Biggie cried when I introduced him to Madison and he told me how beautiful she was. He said he loved her. We all reminisced about Christmases past and my dad and his siblings shared stories from the years before my generation was around.
I will remember that night for the rest of my life.