Paul G Grotelueschen ~ December 8, 1927- December 20, 2011
Three years ago, I jumped on a plane, landed in Denver, waited by a bus stop in the middle of a major blizzard (dressed like I was from Phoenix) to get to Colorado Spring just in time to hold my Daddy's hand as he was ushered into the presence of Jesus Christ.
I miss him so.
I remember him in those last days asking to be brought to the front of the church, because he wanted to sit up front. Well, I am sure my Dad is sitting front and center, kneeling at the foot of His Savior, Jesus Christ, worshiping the Father in complete Spirit and truth.
He taught me so much.
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