My grandfather, Pierce Nelson, went to be with Jesus on Saturday morning, November 20, 2021. Born in 1927, Pierce was 94 years old.
I first came to know Pierce when I was in high school. He married my grandmother, Toot, when I was 17. He had been a widower, and I was struck by his cheerfulness and love of history. As a veteran and a former EMT, he had a vast array of knowledge, and we had some fun conversations. I called him by his first name, but he was never my ‘step’ grandfather; he was my grandfather from age 17 on.
I remember one time I visited Toot and Pierce when I was in my 20s. We went to Shoney’s for breakfast and he was late getting to the table because he stopped to talk to everyone in the restaurant- and he did the same on the way out. Toot just shook her head while we sat in the car, watching. He knew everyone in his small town, and they knew him.
When he lost my grandmother in 2017, it was really hard on him. It was difficult for us to see him in pain, and to see his body weaken over the past few years. We are so saddened by his passing, but thankful to have the assurance of knowing where he is and that He is with Jesus. (And likely already making friends with everyone, catching up with all who have gone before, and chasing his beloved dog, Izzy, around).
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