Some glad morning when this life is o’re, I’ll fly away.
To a home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away.
My grandparents on my father’s side and I were very close, while I was growing up. My grandfather preached in Victoria, Texas, which is only 30 minutes away from where I grew up, and after my grandfather retired, they started to worship with my family in Yoakum. On Sundays they would come over for morning services and then stay the afternoon with us until the evening service, which led to countless lunches filled with laughter, good conversation, Memaw’s rolls, and occasionally…