I wanted to not only thank all of you for the outpouring of concern & support, but to just let you guys know I'm ok. Losing my Pop was a nasty blow, it was very sudden & unexpected, but my family continues to be strong in the face of our many loses this year. We stick together and try our hardest to celebrate lives rather than mourn passing.
That said, I routed through some old pics I have that will be displayed on Friday at the funeral. Looking back at the memories made me shed a few tears of happiness, HAPPINESS I say. He was a great man, lived a wonderful life, and left this world quickly rather than in pain & suffering.
I'll remember him for his dirty jokes & his heavy Boston accent, the comforting smell of cigars that will always remind me of riding in his work truck with him as a child, his twinkling blue eyes and fondness for hockey & John Wayne movies. He was always the life of the party, the men of the family called him "Chuckie from Kentucky" (more a nickname than a truthful statement).
So long as he is at peace, I am at peace. I'm not one to wallow in despair, and he wouldn't have wanted it that way. I love you all for your kind words and continue to be amazed at just how wonderful my friends & family truly are. I even woke this morning to a beautiful bouquet of Tiger Lillies & wild berries with a card that read, "With deepest sympathy from your Comcast family". I was floored, with all of the hundreds of people we have working at the call center that the company takes the time and effort to show it's employees that they really do care. It means so much.
Here's my addition to the funeral memorium, my very favorite pictures of my Pop & I.
My first birthday: My grandparents were quite the lookers in their day.
Dearest Pop memory: Every year he'd dress as Santa on Christmas Eve and pay each grandchild a visit with one gift to open. I always knew it was him, but that fact never made me any less joyful to hop into my Pop-pop Claus' lap and hug him tight. My mother and I would meet him at the door, every year, with cookies & milk. The holidays will always be the time I think of him most. ♥
Smooch
That said, I routed through some old pics I have that will be displayed on Friday at the funeral. Looking back at the memories made me shed a few tears of happiness, HAPPINESS I say. He was a great man, lived a wonderful life, and left this world quickly rather than in pain & suffering.
I'll remember him for his dirty jokes & his heavy Boston accent, the comforting smell of cigars that will always remind me of riding in his work truck with him as a child, his twinkling blue eyes and fondness for hockey & John Wayne movies. He was always the life of the party, the men of the family called him "Chuckie from Kentucky" (more a nickname than a truthful statement).
So long as he is at peace, I am at peace. I'm not one to wallow in despair, and he wouldn't have wanted it that way. I love you all for your kind words and continue to be amazed at just how wonderful my friends & family truly are. I even woke this morning to a beautiful bouquet of Tiger Lillies & wild berries with a card that read, "With deepest sympathy from your Comcast family". I was floored, with all of the hundreds of people we have working at the call center that the company takes the time and effort to show it's employees that they really do care. It means so much.
Here's my addition to the funeral memorium, my very favorite pictures of my Pop & I.
My first birthday: My grandparents were quite the lookers in their day.
Dearest Pop memory: Every year he'd dress as Santa on Christmas Eve and pay each grandchild a visit with one gift to open. I always knew it was him, but that fact never made me any less joyful to hop into my Pop-pop Claus' lap and hug him tight. My mother and I would meet him at the door, every year, with cookies & milk. The holidays will always be the time I think of him most. ♥
Smooch
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sorry about your grandad!
visited my grandad, dad, grandma and brothers wifes mother in hospitals this week.
energy?
pfft.
that's pure boredom, my love.