On Monday, July 28, my Grampa, Ed Girotti, passed away after battling cancer for just a couple of months. This week we traveled up to Connecticut to be with family and attend the wake and funeral.
My Grampa was a hard-working man who loved his family! He was married to Grandma for 31 years until she died of cancer before I was born. They raised 4 children together - Dad was the oldest son.
He loved baseball and was actually offered a contract with the Boston Braves, but he turned it down because he wanted to help his father who was having health issues. Whenever we visited him, he would update us on the status of the Red Sox. :) He was also a huge music fan and played the upright bass in bands for many years.
He was a World War II veteran and fought in France and Austria as a member of the 66th Black Panther division. We never knew a whole lot about that time of his life, as he never liked to talk about it. Jonathan tried to interview him once about his service, but didn't find out very much - he saw a lot of things over there that he didn't want to remember. On the way out of the church after the funeral, the organist started playing the Army Song and there were full military honors at the burial.
Grampa was so hilarious - he loved to crack corny jokes! The last time we were able to talk to him over Facetime last week, even though he was in pretty bad shape, he was still trying to throw in some funny lines. I'm so glad we were able to see him on Father's Day weekend and then have some video chats before he passed away.
Talking to Dad, Grandpa described a time when he came to the realization that Jesus Christ loved him and gave him faith in Him. In the last couple months, he told Dad that he was trusting in the grace of God and thought that this time was God's plan to take him home. "I've had faith in Him for so long; I'm not going to stop now."
We would appreciate your prayers for our family and for the extended Connecticut relatives - we'll all miss Grampa!
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Remember my affliction and roaming,
The wormwood and the gall.
My soul still remembers
And sinks within me.
This I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
To the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should hope and wait quietly
For the salvation of the Lord.