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A Time to Mourn...

Posted Aug 18 2010 12:00am

Jack Lynn Perkins
February 12, 1925 - August 18, 2010


Ecclesiastes 3 says there is a time for every activity under heaven... verse 4 says there is "a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance", and in our family right now, spread across the country, we are mourning, and we are weeping.

Earlier tonight, my grandfather, who we all know as Bompie, passed away peacefully at home, with my Nonnie by his side. While we knew that it was coming, for those of us who love and know Bompie, and what a wonderful man he was, we want him here. With us.

When I was growing up, Bompie was one of those men who was always larger than life. The sun rose and set in him. My favorite part about spending the night with my grandparents was knowing that Bompie would make his famous pancakes for breakfast! I later learned that they were just Bisquick, but to this day, I promise you, they were the best pancakes EVER. I also loved wearing his t-shirts to bed when I was really little... they were huge on me! I remember thinking it was the greatest thing! LOL

Every morning when I woke up at their house my Bompie and Nonnie would be sitting at the dining room table doing their devotions together. My Bompie would be reading to my Nonnie from his Bible, which was worn from years of use. She would sit there and file her nails and listen. I would curl up on the couch and just listen to them. When he was done he would tell me about what he had just read and make sure I understood what it meant and then we would pray.

As I grew up I got to hear all his stories about being in the Navy during World War II. I heard those stories over and over... and over. ;) (And when Frank joined the family he got to hear them all which means I got to hear them again!) He was VERY proud of his time in the military and the men he served with. I was VERY proud of him and thought, "WOW, what a brave thing to serve in our military!"

We spent almost every holiday at Bompie and Nonnie's house... all my cousins came. At Christmas we would sit around the tree and open presents, at Easter there would be an egg hunt, 4th of July they would bar-be-cue, they were good times... Lots of memories sitting in Bompie's lap while he took a nap and we watched cartoons. :)

I loved going to church with Bompie and Nonnie... we always went to church at home too of course, but there, Bompie would always take me around to his friends and say with pride, "This my granddaughter! She's come to visit us!" And then of course their friends would dote on me... until I became a teenager of course and then I would take off with the youth group and never look back! (Sorry guys!)

They also made a special effort to make it out to my church and/or school events any time I was going to sing or do anything special. It was somewhat of a drive, but they were always there, front row, eyes gleaming with pride. Then my Bompie would tell everyone at MY church, "This is MY granddaughter!" :o)

Ahhh, I could go on forever with memories of going to the park and the beach and my favorite Mexican restaurant, but all of it boils down to, Bompie always let every one of us know that he loved us and that he was proud of us and that he was praying for us. He told us that ALL the time. He would say that the few in our family that are not Christians yet, we would just have to pray for a little bit harder. When times were hard, sometimes he would scratch his head, say something like, "Well, we can't really know what God is thinking sometimes can we? We just have to know He has it all figured out up there."

My Bompie may not have had all the answers, but he loved his Lord and he loved his family without fail. I will miss him every day until we meet again in Heaven. Even though right now it is our time to mourn and weep, it is HIS time to laugh and dance as he is in the presence of his Savior. A carpenter by trade, I know he is up there helping to prepare a place for the rest of us.

We love you Bompie.

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