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Grandpa Sam sighed and was peacful…

It’s a crazy world we live in…as I mentioned yesterday, September 26, when talking about my Grandpa Bill McClintock’s passing.  This afternoon, September 27, around 4:30 pm my Grandpa Samuel March joined him in the release from crazy.  Not to say that my world hasn’t notched up a level on craziness, but I know that they are at peace.  According to my cousin Shila, at the last breath peace stole over him.

We congregated at the hospital this morning to say our farewells, pray, and spend some time with family.  Then we dispersed to our daily duties leaving it in God’s hands and praying for peace for all involved.  Peace came.

My first experience of ‘wringing the necks’ of chickens came at my Grandpa March’s house.  Also seeing that chicken’s really do run around with their heads cut off.  So when I hear the old adage of ‘like a chicken with their head cut off’, I have a very vivid picture that comes to mind.  Their house is where I saw eggs being incubated to hatch ~ in the house in a little round container with a heat lamp.  And learning that collecting eggs from the hen house is an art.

We gathered at his home for March Family reunion’s.  We are kinda like the Sackett’s (Louis Lamour’s notorious family); we may not see each other every day, but when one is in need we have the strength, support, and knowledge that someone will come.  We must all have a ‘look’ too; people will stare you down and then ask ‘Are you a March?’.  At first you may question ‘why’, wondering if it’s a good or bad thing…most of the time it’s good. :)

My brother Riley Gene has lost both his namesakes in the span of two days.  My mom took the middle names of both grandpa’s and put them together to name him ~ Samuel Riley and Billy Gene.  But their legacy continues in him.

My dad’s birthday was today.  A crazy way to spend a birthday, at the funeral home planning your father-in-law’s funeral and at the hospital saying goodbye to your own father.  But God knew ahead of time what would be needed.  Two weeks ago at church we gathered around my parents at the front of the church and prayed for them…at the time I thought that it was for peace and strength over the loss of my dad’s friend Pat McCollumn.  But God being who He is knew that they were going to need the prayers for the weeks to come…for strength and peace.

God gives us what we need…before we even know that we need it.  We had no idea what laid ahead of us when we knelt at the alter and prayed, thankfully we have a God that watches out for us and guides us.  With Him we will make it through this.

May God continue to grant the peace that goes beyond understanding and comfort the hearts and minds of all the family that is affected by what has transpired this week.

My world is crazy and will be a little skewed for awhile…but I know Who is holding it together for me and with Him I will make it through this and someday ‘sigh and have peace’.


Grandpa ~ others know him as Bill

The world is a crazy place, my Grandpa McClintock got to leave crazy this morning around 4:00 am.

I was his curly haired little baby, he was the one that took us on adventure.  Whether it be to Elephant Rock, Johnson Shut-in’s, or a Civil War Reenactment where I dressed up like Laura Ingalls Wilder and ran around watching people ‘fight the war’.  Sometimes we just piled into a van (without windows mind you) and drove to Farmington so my Grandma and the girls could shop.  We would top those days off with a stop at White Castle for Grandma…Grandpa loved us enough that he would take us kids to McDonalds, which we were very grateful for.

He was the man that you would see walking through Wal-Mart in buckskins and a ten gallon hat.  People asked my brother one time if he was still alive because he was so authentically dressed in early century clothing.  He was the one that later would dress as Abraham Lincoln, though maybe not his total intention, he would just dress up and that’s who he ended up looking like.  Most of the time you could find him sitting on a bench in front of Wal-Mart, on the tail gate of his truck, or under a tree carving a stick.  He made some awesome canes, and he was a gifted man that could make some great things with his hands.

But mostly he was a ‘dad, grandpa, and pappy’.  He celebrated his 80th birthday on Saturday, September 8.

Weekend trips North consisted of getting to stay in a log cabin that rain would seep through the walls if the wind blew to hard, a place that was home to grandpa and grandma and was cool to talk about to friends (not many had grandparents like me).  Grandpa taking us to church then to the grocery store to ‘taste the grapes’ and buy a toy (all six of us grandkids), we had so many things that would ‘grow’ in water (I think it turned out that way because they were the cheapest item, we didn’t know better).  He and Grandma built us a tepee in the front yard and had a camp fire for us.  Our Christmas presents came from their hands, hand crafted in love. It was always a new and exciting adventure.

I have been blessed to grow-up and have thirty-five years with a man that brought so much diversity and ‘education’ into my life.  We love you Mr. Bill McClintock (dad, grandpa, pappy, brother, uncle, pastor and friend)…and you will be greatly missed.