Robert Walter Potts

Grandpa died 19th October 2009. He was a sinner, who loved the Lord with all his heart. He was a forgiven sinner. He served his God, and now living in the eternal presence of his Lord and maker.

Why do I feel like crap? How selfish am I?! I miss him so much. I am sitting here typing, in a puddle of tears, my grief goes on, and always will do. I have no idea how my Gran deals with it. Every morning she wakes up...alone...but we're not alone. He lives!

We have a strong and certain hope
Fixed and unchanging not in vain
We have a friend in heaven's court
Since Jesus rose to life again

We have an anchor for the soul
Since Jesus' blood has made a way
Into the deepest heart of God
Before the Father's throne of grace

I know he lives
Jesus is alive
And he reigns in glory now
I know he lives
And with him we'll rise
Hallelujah
I know he lives

We have a King high over all
The new creation's firstborn Son
New heav'n and earth await his call
We shall be like him when he comes

We see him now in majesty
Enthroned above the galaxies
Until his glory burst the skies
And all creation joins the cry

I know he lives
Jesus is alive
And he reigns in glory now
I know he lives
And with him we'll rise
Hallelujah
I know he lives
Jesus is alive
And he reigns in glory now
I know he lives
And with him we'll rise
Hallelujah
I know he lives
I know he lives
I know he lives

Graham Kendrick
Copyright © 2008 Make Way Music
www.grahamkendrick.co.uk

My sorrow and sadness are nothing compared to the immeasurable greatness of My Lord.

I can't write anything more, I don't have words to type.

a tough day...

I hate it!

Every time I have dropped Gran off at home since Grandpa died, I hate what I am doing. I love driving her home, sitting with her ahd chatting and having a cup of tea. But I hate walking out of her front door, on my own, leaving her on her own. It just so unfair. Yes Grandpa is in a heavenly place, with his Lord and Saviour, but the pain back here is so strong. Walking down Gran's drive and getting into my car, seeing her stand at the front door waving me away, get me every time. I drive home and the first 10 minutes I just switch off and get so angry and cry and shout.

Today, I made a breakthrough, I rang Gran from University for the first time since I moved here. We had a lovely chat about all sorts of things, how I was, how she was.

She mention that she dreamed about Grandpa last night. That she was sitting on a bus looking out of the window and the bus just drove past him, and he turned and looked at her.

Then we said goodbye, that we loved each other and missed each other and hung up. And nwo here I am sitting infront of my laptop crying my eyes out, typing furiously, and shaking. Why is saying Good bye to Gran so tough? Why is the grief so painful? Where is the comfort of the Lord?

I hate it!