The gain of friends, the loss of a grandfather, and more…

October 23rd, 2004 at 5:44 pm by sillyjoe (Life and Introspection)

Well, the cards life has dealt me since I last posted have been quite interesting. Yes, I do realize it’s been well over a month. That’s crazy, isn’t it?

So, to catch you up on what’s been going on, life at Carson-Newman is always exciting and always a blast. I’ve made a great group of new friends there. The guys in my residence hall are awesome, and I consider myself fortunate to live with them. I’ve also met quite a few nice ladies….that’s right, yes. Two ladies took it upon themselves to start calling me Pe, instead of Joe, because my RA, Daniel, put my name on my door in some crazy artistic form that makes it look more like “Pe” than “Joe”. So now I have a nickname that sounds like a slang term for urine. That’s awesome, isn’t it? Anyway, they’re an awesome couple of chicks, and I’ve had some great times with them in the couple of months I’ve known them. We even got written up together for being loud (just don’t tell my mom that, lol).

At the beginning of this month, I once again had the opportunity to play in the Rutledge Youth Crusade with Jill Robshaw. I skipped four days of class, but it was TOTALLY worth it. Being able to help lead worship with a beautiful, talented girl with a heart for God in front of 700+ kids for four days…you can’t top that by much.

My life then went from an incredible high to an incredible low. Monday night, the 11th, my grandfather on my mom’s side, my papaw, fell in his home and hit his head. He was rushed to the hospital where the family found out he had two hemorrhages in his brain. Saturday evening, around 5:30 he passed away. Papaw was probably the biggest influence on my life as far as spiritual inspiration goes. He was one of the greatest men of God I think I’ve ever come in contact with. He was one of the first people I ever played my guitar for. Pray for my family as we try to go on living our lives without him…our family’s Patriarch.

Now, I’m back at home on fall break, and just realized that I’ve spent exactly a week without a grandfather in my life. It feels strange.

I hope that someday I can be as great a husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather as Boyd Escoe Killion was. Maybe I’ll live that long. I don’t know.

I’ll miss him.

“And I thank my God, everytime I remember you”

4 Comments »

  1. Geof F. Morris said,

    October 23rd, 2004 at 7:01 pm

    It ain’t easy, Joe. I lost mom’s father when I was 12 and my dad’s father earlier this year. Ya might think that you’ve said all you wanted to say and done all you’ve wanted to do, but you never have.

    What is still existent is his love for you and yours for him.

  2. the Foolish Sage said,

    October 24th, 2004 at 1:19 am

    I, too, lost a grandfather not too long ago who was one of my prime spiritual mentors. Guys like our granddads should make us wonder about what kind of legacy we’ll leave behind. What will someone blog about us when we pass on, if anything?

  3. jdr said,

    October 27th, 2004 at 4:32 pm

    God has a way of growing us that we don’t quite understand, until we look back and see how far we’ve come.

  4. SillyJoe said,

    October 27th, 2004 at 9:13 pm

    Great statement, JDR…in fact, I think I may post on that sometime soon.

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