Entry Thirty: Missing the "missions", memories, and love of my old mentor.

Today brings sadness and joy. My grandfather Wendell Wardell Woods passed around noon. He was, and in my heart still is, a great man. He served as a Missionary in japan for twenty five years, spreading the love and support of Christ to the best of his human ability. He was a Pastor, husband, and great Father of four children.

But more then anything a successful Grandfather. He provided so much for our family, for our faith, for our future, and invested so much in my childhood. Without his wisdom and love I would not be the person who I am today. I would not have this understanding of God and his amazing Grace.

I will never forget all the memories we spent together. The times he took me out on bicycle rides as a child, the times he took me for long drives so I could fall asleep, the times he spent outside playing games or gardening. And I will never forget the time we picked peaches and I ate a worm...


I love you Papa, so very much, and I miss you now, but know I will See you again.

Your grandson,
Tyler.