My Grandfather: Ed Baker

My Grandfather

Swinging the doors to the rehab facility yesterday I hear my phone buzz.  My mom tells me abruptly not to come into see granddaddy.  A pause…because he has passed away.

I’m there with the kids.  I anticipated going to see him for a visit:  Ethan would read one of his library books and show off his three digit math skills.  He would have seen Averie and poked her with this index finger, a twinkle in his eye, saying “hey girl.” She would have squealed with delight.  She loves his him so.  I would have given him an update on my book and life.  He would tell me he was excited and that I shouldn’t work too hard.

That didn’t happen.  His soul departed from his body yesterday and now has perfect healing.  No more suffering, no more pain.

My first emotion to feel was joy.  Genuine happiness.  I don’t understand how heaven works.  But, I believe in it.  I believe he is with Jesus and with the love of his life, my grandmother, Bettie.  I imaged them dancing together.  They loved to dance. I imagined the delight in her eyes to see him.  She’s been waiting for almost 20 years for this moment, though for her maybe its only felt like mere seconds.

Today, I wake up still joyful but the reality is setting in.  I won’t hear is voice, smell his Old Spice cologne, or linger in his long hugs that I really loved.  I already miss hearing him call me shug and baby in a country boy voice.

My grandfather, Ed Baker is an amazing man.  A WWII Veteran, a survivor of the stock market crash, and so many other events spanning the past 89 years.

He leaves behind a legacy of devotion to family, faith in God, values of commitment, perseverance, and hard work.  A lover of coffee, carrot cake, and electronic gadgets.  An avid reader (it hurts my heart that he won’t get the chance to read my book because he told he really wanted to).

I’m grateful for the opportunity to know, really know my grandfather – I know this is not always the norm.  He has been a significant part of my life for the past 36 years.  That’s a treasure I don’t take for granted.  I’m grateful my children knew him.  They have lots of memories with him.

Yes, I am grateful and sad.  Too powerful emotion swirling together in harmony this morning.

I’m reminded of this scripture:

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed. Psalm 34:18


  • Sharon Watts

    What a great peace we have as Christians to know our loved ones are in heaven and we’ll be there one day too. May God give you the peace that passes all understanding as you mourn the loss of your sweet Grandfather. With love, Sharon

    January 16, 2016 at 1:40 pm
  • Kathy Baker

    Such a beautiful article about Granddaddy and so honoring to him. We do have a mixture of joy and sorrow in our family right now. Thank you my lovely daughter – Momma

    January 16, 2016 at 1:58 pm
    • Nina

      Beautiful ! May the faith I know your family has wrap around each of you !

      January 16, 2016 at 5:08 pm
  • Vicki Shelton

    What a beautiful story! Your Grandfather sounded leka an amazing man! I am so sorry for your loss, I know he will be missed. Love you and my deepest sympathy sweetheart.

    January 17, 2016 at 8:04 pm
  • Lisa Clark

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful story about your grandfather. 🙂

    January 18, 2016 at 5:39 am
  • Karissa

    So sorry for this momentary parting – thank you for sharing your beautiful memories!

    January 19, 2016 at 3:23 pm

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