Jack Raymond Dortignac | March 24, 1934 – February 8, 2020

O Love, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light, that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy, that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

– George Matheson

I miss you already, Grandpa! But I could never begrudge you the sweet relief from pain and turmoil as you lay safely in the arms of Jesus. Thank you for the ways you’ve made the most of these last years; getting out of the house to be at concerts and holidays, even when it hurt to be moved so much; welcoming me into your world and sharing your memories and your knowledge with me. I will always wish for just a little bit more.