Henry Dykstra in his boyhood
Our Henry is gone.
He passed from this life into life everlasting on Friday, January 9, 2026, in the early evening.
He was married to my mother from 1983 until her homegoing in 2020. He was the only grandpa on our side, that my children and my sister's children ever knew.
Henry had four lovely daughters and one son, all of whom are loved by our family. They are truly wonderful folks, which, as I have told them, speaks to their careful rearing by their parents, who dearly loved them.
And it is a testament to the grace of God in all of our lives.
TG and I traveled to Greenville last Saturday. Too late to say goodbye in person, which made us sad, but Henry stole away with precious little warning.
Henry's daughters were on their way home when the situation turned dire, but my sister Kay and a few of her children who live locally, were there when Henry slipped away. It was peaceful.
Which is merciful.
I'll say more about Henry later but now we're planning a funeral and tomorrow we'll be going up to Greenville again, to all be together.
Until then I leave you this link to Henry's Find A Grave page, which I began working on not long after I learned of his homegoing, and which I completed this morning.
The memorial part is his obituary, which I was honored to have been asked to write.
The service will be live-streamed here.
And so that is all fow now ... until the day break, and the shadows flee away.
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Happy Tuesday
