O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

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This past weekend we celebrated the life of one of the most incredible people who have ever lived- my grandpa, Dean Watson. Of everyone I have ever known, he exemplifies the love and grace of God the most. As I think back on his life and all the memories we shared, I am reminded of the words of 1 John 4:16:

And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.

While we were there I was struck by the outpouring of love and admiration of so many people, both young and old, who his life had touched in profound and meaningful ways, and the immense legacy of faith that he has left behind. This was demonstrated both in words and in flowers, and I decided to capture some of the images of the day to remember him in that way.













We will all truly miss him, but we are filled with hope because of God’s love. Below is the text to one of his favorite hymns, “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go,” a song which his life reflected to the fullest.

O Love that wilt not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in thee;

I give thee back the life I owe,

That in thine ocean depths its flow

May richer, fuller be.

O light that foll’west all my way,

I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;

My heart restores its borrowed ray,

That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day

May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to thee;

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

And feel the promise is not vain,

That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,

I dare not ask to fly from thee;

I lay in dust life’s glory dead,

And from the ground there blossoms red

Life that shall endless be.

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  • God bless you and your family Watson.

    My grandpa was such a part of my life too.
    Here’s poetry I wrote (and never finished) about him.

    Some were crass
    Some scandalous
    Some humorous
    Some touching

    But they were all you
    That’s what I miss most about you

    Storyteller
    If I could just hear one more story
    Storyteller
    Who’ll tell me those stories now?

    For 30 years, you were on the train but you never got past Tucumcari
    Did you really pick out the dress in which my mother would marry
    From the icy stream, tell me again how you rescued me

    Storyteller
    If I could just hear one more story
    Storyteller
    Who’ll tell me those stories now?

  • Was thinking about Grandpa today & glad I stumbled upon this…hadn’t seen it yet. Thank you for your beautiful photography, hard to believe he’s been gone from us a year.

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