My grandpa, Calvin Boswell, passed away on New Year’s Day 1994. Until I was six years old, I lived with my mom and grandparents, so my grandfather was my father-figure. He was a thoughtful person, informed about the world, and a man of faith.
After he passed away, I was angry for two years. I was mad at God, mad at death, mad at life, mad at pretty much everything. In time, however, I began to focus more on celebrating his life and the great gifts he gave to me. My anger faded into gratitude, and now, as I look back, I realize how blessed I was to have him in my life until I was 16.
Since he passed, I think of him everytime I hear this song. We’ve all heard it before, but maybe you haven’t seen this live version. It’s a song of both grief and hope but mostly of hope.
Here’s to hope in 2011!