Sleep in heavenly peace

My heart was very heavy yesterday as I learned of the death of my grandfather. He was 94 years old and though we were separated by an ocean most of my life, his impact was great. He joined my grandmother in what I hope is heaven. I was 4 years old when we moved from Taiwan and I only spent maybe a handful of times with him after that but I will always remember him as soft spoken, kind-hearted, generous, and wise. He used to sing Silent Night to me and every Christmas as I stand in worship or hear it on the radio, I tear up. He is missed and I hope he has found peace.