Gone is the story-teller, Norse twinkle in his eyes; The teller of tales tales of things long gone by.
He told of last mob-hanging, of farming and fishing, when young journeyed west why new mothers “face south” with such skillful weaving we were oft’ blessed.
He spoke with a wry grin, His tales pouring out and his chew hidden from Mary (or so he had thought). But how could she not know after three-score ten nearly?
His years: ninety plus some Not many get that The things seen and done… How many tales left untold?
We cry, his passing, We mourn, our loss; We knew his going Long struggle now lost.
But alas we are woefully schooled Grandpas like Artie Beloved as they are Someday enter Glory…more tales still to tell.
We love you Grandpa Artie (1916-2010)!
“The LORD brings death and makes alive; he brings down to the grave and raises up.”
“Come, let us return to the LORD. He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds. After two days he will revive us; on the third day he will restore us, that we may live in his presence.”
“I tell you the truth, a time is coming and has now come when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God and those who hear will live.” (1 Sam.2:6; Hosea 6:1-2; John 5:25 NIV)