It wouldn't feel right not to share with the Margaret's Hope Chest blogging community the death of Margaret's husband--my grandpa--Harv Herrema. As you can imagine, he was one of MHC's largest fans. He would proudly carry around newspaper clippings that featured MHC for all to read. He even had one of our bumper stickers on the back of his car. I will miss seeing the pleasure on his face when he would pull me aside and say, "That's a great thing you are doing Carin"-in my mind, even if he was the only person in the whole world who understood what and why we do what we do--it would be worth every minute spent.
Understandably, my grandpa was never the same after my grandma's murder. He lacked the flair and drive he had possessed when my grandma was by his side. I would guess that there were many times that he lie awake and long to join his Savior and be reunited with her. And so, his funeral was a celebration of a life well lived. 85 years of putting his family first and doing what he loved most--playing the organ and singing--that is a lot to be thankful for. Most of all, I am grateful for the gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ that my grandpa accepted many years ago--it gives me HOPE. And so now we will do our work here at MHC to honor the life and legacy of both of my grandparent's. TO GOD BE THE GLORY.