Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Then sings my soul.

A few weeks ago my sweetest sweet Grandpa Camp passed away.
His health had been ailing, and the week it happened we were all prepared for what was to come...but even still, it doesn't necessarily make it easier.
We hurt. We miss. We wish.
But it is because we have loved him so very much that we hurt...and there is comfort in that knowledge.
And there is comfort in family. In wrapping yourself up with those special people who know your history, who share your memories, who've been with you through the journey of your life. 
My grandpa was an amazing man.
A historian.
A caretaker.
A storyteller.
A jokester.
A worker.
An outdoorsman.
A giver.
A gentleman.
One of the most kind hearted, selfless, and truly good, good people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. So very much goodness.
The whole family gathered in Lake Charles, Louisiana to honor his life. The place where he and grandma made their home for so many years. The place where they raised their family and even though it is so many miles from us here...the place that holds so many dear memories.
All 11 of us cousins were together again- which hasn't happened in a looooooong time. Too long of a time. A shameful amount of time really. Because when we are together, I truly never want it to end. These people that I get to call my family? I am blessed beyond words to call them that. I am humbled by the amazing things they are doing with their lives and their time, and every time I leave them I am inspired to be better. To do more. To give more.
Watching my girls with these special aunties and uncles and cousins...some of whom hadn't seen them in years or even met them...I was overcome. It was like they just knew. We pick up where we left off, or I suppose in the case of the girls- we pick up as if we've been together all along.
Our time together and his service were truly a celebration of his life (and I thankfully made it through singing How Great Thou Art...phewsh).
I know that my sweet grandpa was happily smiling down on us. His family was the most beloved thing in his life and we will all carry him with us in our hearts always.
{Cousins...if you are reading this...Yellowstone 2015 IS happening}
 Grandpa and Grandma when they got engaged I believe. I think they look a bit like movie stars!
Louisiana here we come!

 Hope and Laura girls before I had my girls.
Some Southern fried goodness.

Showing off her walking skills.
 Oh happy day...our luggage arrived.
 Listen, I realize this is a first world problem...but when your entire family packs in one bag across the country, it can feel like a big deal at the time. Sorry Z-- someday I will be as laid back as you :)


 Grandpa and Grandma's old house...
For the record...I LOVE minivans! So easy! So much room! Love them. Who needs a ride?? Oh, hop in- we have room!
Charlotte and Teddy. BFF's.

My Hopie girl. My soul sister, kindred spirit.

Games. Always and always, lots of games.
The whole Fuller clan.
My soul was singing being with you all.
 Oh Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works
Thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed

Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art


The Moore Family said...

So thankful that outside a little lost luggage that your trip was amazing. Your grandpa sounds pretty wonderful! I love that song- my mom has already requested it for her funeral. :) It's a favorite. As are you!

MK said...

An amazing tribute Courtney! Just lovely.