My Grandpa, James Phenicie, passed away last night. He was 84.
He had a number of heart attacks last week, and then had an 11 hour, quadruple bypass surgery yesterday (on my 27th birthday).
Although his heart was functioning again, his lungs refused to work – probably due to damaged caused by fluid in the lungs during congestive heart failure, and his blood could not be properly oxygenated. He never woke up after surgery.
He was adopted as a teenager.
He served in WWII.
He met my Grandma at Moody Bible Institute.
He became a pastor.
He was a woodworker.
He was humble, gentle and soft-spoken.
He loved little animals – he even made a feeder for the squirrels in his yard.
He was a janitor at a high school for many years.
He prayed for each of his children, grand children, and great-grandchildren by name, each day.
He was a very godly man whose favorite topic was Christ and the Bible.
I loved him very much.
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