The first week of December was a very hard week for our family. My mother called me on Wednesday night to tell me that my Grampa wasn't expected to make it much longer. Friday morning after work I flew into TN, and by Sunday morning Grampa had passed away. I feel so blessed though to have been there by his side before he lost awareness of what all was going on. And I feel so blessed to have been by his side the moment that he went to sleep for the last time. Unfortunately, the boys didn't get to travel down to Tennessee this time, but they sent Grampa a video of them saying that they loved him. He did get to see that and smile before it was too late.
Just hours before Grampa quit talking and responding, our family sat around him, singing his favorite hymns and Patriotic songs. No surprise to any of us that even though Grampa was down to only spelling words out for us to understand, he tried to mouth every word of God Bless America. After hours of singing, Grampa raised his hand to us and said "Thank you all for this evening. " Those were the last words he said.
Here is the announcement we made about his passing...
On Sunday, December 7, 1941 at 07:48 am, America suffered a great loss as Japan attacked our great nation at Pearl Harbor. On this day, a young college man heard the news and through his deep love for our country decided to join the US Airforce. He later became one of the best pilots of his time, contributing his service to several missions that are still widely known today.
On this day, Sunday, December 7, 2014 at 07:48 am, seventy-three years later, America and the Sheldon family suffered another great loss as this incredible man piloted his last flight from this earth. He now flies above the heavens with his new uniform, a robe and a crown.
To his wife of 68 years, he was Frank. To his children, he was Dad. To his five grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren, he was Grampa. To his numerous nephews and nieces, he was Uncle Frank.
He was a man of honor. He was a man among men, a leader among leaders. He was a gentleman’s gentleman. He was strong, resilient, brave, loving and humble. He was a true patriot. He believed in his country and he prayed for his country daily. He was a loving husband, a loyal friend, a grandfather, a great-grandfather, a brother, an uncle and by far the best father that anyone could have wished for. But most of all, he was a Christian man who loved and served God with all of his heart.
Frank is in heaven now with his loved ones and heavenly Father. And while we will miss him dearly and think of him often, we look forward to the day when we see him again.
“Awaiting the return of the nation’s soul…”
I love you Gramps.
And even though the day traveling back to DC was hard, this next sight made my day!