2006 05/09

Warren Oliver Haire

At 4:30 this morning my grandpa went home.  He went home to be with his Lord and Savior.  After a long and tiring battle, his spirit lost the fight that his body has been losing for years.  Yesterday the doctors told my grandma that there wasn’t much more they could do for him.  The stroke had left his body in very bad shape.  They would take him off of all of the machines and only provide enough support to keep him comfortable.  My grandma then told him to just rest and that it was ok to let go.

For those of you who didn’t know my grandpa, he was a man with a true servant’s heart.  He served his country as a member of the military; He served his family as a loving husband, a caring father, a proud grandfather, and a doting great-grandfather; He served his friends as a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on; and he did all of this while serving our Lord.  He loved people and people loved him.  Everyone in our town knew him.  He would always say to me, “If they give you any trouble you just tell them you’re Warren Haire’s grand-daughter.”  He had so much love and friendship to give.  I have so many great memories of my grandpa. How he and my grandma would take us grandkids camping every summer.  He would come to the football and basketball games to watch me cheer.  Bickering with my grandma and then, in the same breath, saying how sexy she was.  He used the same coffee cup every morning for as long as I can remember — a brown cup where the handle was divided into two finger holes.  And my sister and I telling him how he couldn’t wear cowboy boots and shorts together while we were in Florida, that was just too embarrassing!

My heart aches for my mom and aunts and uncles for having to see my grandpa that way and it really aches for my grandma who had to say goodbye to the love of her life.  And for me, well it’s going to be a tough couple of weeks as we prepare for the funeral and say goodbye.  I know that this is what happens, we are supposed to say goodbye to our loved ones as the get older and pass on.  As much as my mind knows that, my heart just doesn’t understand.  It hurts.   With every beat, my heart hurts.

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