Last month, Corbin and I had the privilege to travel to western Canada to pay tribute to my late grandfather.

Grandpa passed away on July 31st. We celebrated him on October 15th.

Our family homestead in Consul, Saskatchewan in the 1800s.

Not much has changed since I was there in 1989.

Honestly, I know we say that Montana is Big Sky Country, but that must only include the US. The prairies in the Saskatchewan and Alberta areas are so expansive that you can see horizon to horizon. Itís breathtaking.

The four granddaughters made the trip to Consul and we were asked to speak at Grandpaís service. Honestly, I had no idea what I was going to say.

I loved Grandpa, but I didnít know him.

With my grandparents living in Canada and us living in Atlanta, we didnít see much of one another. Could we have called or written more? Sure. But, that didnít happen.

So, I struggled with how I would pay tribute to a man I didnít know very well.

The air is different there. The view is broader and crisper. Itís quieter. Itís a place you feel God.

We landed in Calgary and met my parents there. Driving together to Medicine Hat, Alberta where my grandparents lived, my dad spouted memories. It had been years since Iíd seen my Grandma and it was so good to hug her.

Yet, the last time Iíd been in Canada in their home, it was the farm in Consul.

This was different. Iíd never been.

Iíd missed out.

The next morning, we traveled to Consul through the Cypress Hills to a lodge named Diamond Willow. We literally had to move the cows off the road to get to the lodge; we were in the middle of nowhere.

There was nothing, but expanse, prairies, cows and time.

I didnít know what to do with myself.

I grabbed my camera and walked through the tall grasses. I sat in those tall grasses and I cried.

I was probably overdue.

Tears for the all the times Iíd missed with my Grandpa. Tears for my Grandma. Tears for my dad. Tears for my husband who couldn’t come and tears for the regret we never came before he was injured. Tears for the loss of the homestead that I never got to show Danny. Tears for the relief I felt to get away. Tears just because Iím tired. Tears to tell God about.

Being there a couple days before the memorial service, I heard many stories about my grandpa and learned many things about him that I never knew. I was able to go with my dad, my mom and Corbin to the homestead, to the lake, to the town and relive my dadís memories of these places.

As an adult, I found a greater appreciation for my heritage.

It was a family reunion. It was awesome. Memories I will never forget.

But, still, I didnít know what to say to pay tribute to this man.

In the quiet of that place, God reminded me that I did know my grandpaÖ..through my dad.

My dad is one of the most wonderful men Iíve ever met. He is a product of his parents, his environment and the lessons heís learned from them.

Good or bad, my dad learned how to be a good dad from his father before him. Just as I hope to even be a better parent than my own, my dad mimicked or changed his parenting from what heíd experienced as a child. He took the good and bad and made it better.

Like my grandpa, my dad loves the Lord and uses his work as an avenue to minister Godís love to others.

Like my grandpa, my dad is wholly dedicated to his family and will drop everything for us.

Like Grandpa, my dad knows how to perfectly throw a tool causing little to no damage when trying to fix something that just doesnít want to work.


It was an awesome experience to stand where my great, great grandfather walked and to share that with my son.

And when weíre dead and gone, what kind of heritage are we leaving our son through these circumstances?

Itís a question I ask myself often. How do the realities of our lives affect and build Corbin into a man? Good and bad? Which way will it go?

How do you parent well through lifeís tragedies?

How do you take the ashes of life and create a legacy of faith, family and foundation?

I pose these questions, expecting your comments.

ďSons are a heritage from the Lord.Ē Psalm 127:3

One thought on “Heritage

  • December 4, 2011 at 7:01 pm

    My dear daughter, Whatever you are now doing, you are already taking the ashes of life and molding them into great riches. I know that there are times when you are overwhelmed, but know this: Nothing will separate you from the love of God in Christ Jesus! He is all in all to each and every one of us at so many different levels. You are loved!!!

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