Grandpa

Last Saturday my Grandpa died.  We laid him to his eternal rest two days ago.  I've been thinking about this post for a good two weeks, about how to summarize a man who meant so much to me.  I've sat down to write it many times but the words never come out right.  My Grandpa lived for (a few days shy of) 90 years and 9 months.  I was only alive for about 1/3 of that time (I learned new things about him even a few weeks ago; I never knew he and Grandma had flown to New York!) and it's hard to put into words everything he meant to me, everything he taught me, and how much I already miss him.

My Grandpa was not extraordinary by many standards.  Other than his time in the army during World War II, he lived in the same small Ohio town his whole life, dying in his home across the street from the house where he was born.  He was a high school graduate, farmer for decades, devoted husband, dedicated father, and loving grandfather and great grandfather.  He had no spectacular accomplishments but loved deeply.  I keep thinking about the words of the priest at my Grandma's funeral:

You know, often times we think we need to do a lot to have a great impact. To have a list of accomplishments, a list of awards or medals that speak of our greatness. But all you have to do is to look around, if the family looks kinda behind and around you, to see the impact that this beautiful woman, Margaret, had on so many. One farm girl brought about all this life. Brought about all this life. And all these smiles.

And that really sums it up.  Sixty-five years of marriage to my Grandma, 6 kids, 23 grandkids, 25 great grands.  All because two people fell in love over 70 years ago.  Even if his reach was only to the 70+ of us in the family, he's still had a pretty great impact on the world (although, after his viewing and funeral I think he affected many more than just the family).  He was possibly the most positive, optimistic, and grateful person I ever met (my "tends to worry" self still has a few things to learn from him).  Even in his dying days he was so grateful for the help of the visiting nurses, for visits from grandkids, and the watch of his children.

Obviously at 90 he had more years behind him than in front of him but we also had a bit of a heads up that death was imminent which gave many of us time for final goodbyes.  I'm extremely grateful he was able to die at home, just like Grandma, in peace, and that we were able to say goodbye.  The last time we saw him was 8 days before he died.  It was Good Friday and Luke and I visited with a few of my sisters and kids.  I'm really glad we got to say goodbye but even more glad Luke and I were able to have a longer visit the week before our last one.  Luke played with all the toys (many of the same ones I had played with as a child, and even some of my Mom's), we ate lunch with Grandpa and my Mom (Luke still tells me how much Great Grandpa likes carrots), and Grandpa came down in the basement while Luke played and we talked about some woodworking projects.  And, of course, there was ice cream.  It was very typical of many other visits Luke and I had made over the years and I'm so thankful for that. 

And that's what I keep coming back to as I've reflected on his life and death. Gratitude.  It's a beautiful thing to get to live to an old age and die peacefully.  My first classmate died in 6th grade, followed by another in high school, more in college, and too many since.  I've heard enough tragic stories of young people dying to know what a gift it is to make it to an old age.  My Grandpa had a long and happy life.  He saw 22 of his grandkids graduate high school (#23 isn't a slacker, she graduates in a few weeks), 13 get married, 1 make religious vows, and 12 of us become parents.  He met 25 great grandkids, 14 more than my Grandma did (that's 14 new babies in 2 1/2 years.  There are A LOT of babies at our family gatherings!).   He got to live a very good and full life.  Not all are so lucky.  It is very sad to have lost him to heaven but I can only be grateful for his decades and decades here on Earth.

As much as it hurts, and it hurts so bad at times, to bury someone so dear to me, I also know what a blessing it is to have known my Grandparents and knowing them well enough, and deep enough, that their absence causes this great of an ache.  My paternal Grandfather died before I was born.  My paternal Grandmother right before I turned two.  I have no memories of her but know I met her many times.  But my maternal Grandparents, I knew them.  I've made hundreds of trips across the state line to visit them in the last 30+ years.   Add it to the long list of things to be grateful for when thinking of Grandma and Grandpa, that we loved them long enough, and that they lived long enough, for so many of us to love them.

I LOVE Grandpa's excitement here

I feel especially grateful that Grandpa was able to see me as a parent, meet Luke, and that the two of them were able to spend time together.  There was a time at the funeral home for all of us to share stories of Grandpa with the group and I couldn't come up with anything on the spot.  But, thinking about it later, what I should have said is how much I loved seeing Grandpa as a Great Grandpa.  The oldest great grand isn't quite 10 which means his Great Grandfathering was really just a small percentage of his life but he sure loved those kids.  My Grandma was a well known BH (baby hog) and, as Grandma/Great Grandma, she could kinda trump most people.  I remember even my Mom remarking after Grandma's death, of how much Grandpa might be the new baby hog, but how maybe he stepped back and let Grandma love more on all those babies (true love).  Even with 30 (well, really maybe a little over 20) years of memories of my Grandpa before Luke, many of my favorite times with him are watching him with Luke.  When looking at the pictures of I have of him since my Grandma's death, almost every single one is him and Luke.

Despite how it looks, the two pictures on the left are from different days, two months apart.  Grandpa and Luke maybe both just wore the same clothes...

We still could have visited more but I am so glad we made more of an effort to see him in the last few years.  Luke got to know Great Grandpa's house, where the toys were, that ice cream followed almost every meal (or before meals), and that Grandpa had cool homemade marble toys in the basement.  Luke witnessed a few of the, likely, thousands of games of Tri-Onimos and Five Crowns that were played around that kitchen table.  He got to go to A&W with Grandpa, something that we did almost every time we spent the night as kids.  He got to know my Grandpa, as much as a toddler can, and for that I am eternally grateful.

On a visit last Christmastime Luke started walking around with a baton found in the toy closet and told me.
"This my walking stick.  I be like Great-Grandpa."   I really couldn't pick a much better man for him to emulate.  If my son can have the faith, love and cheerful attitude of my Grandpa, I will know I did my parenting job right (and that a little bit of Grandpa still lives in me).

My Grandparents retired and moved from the farm over 25 years ago.  Since then Grandpa spent a lot of time doing woodworking.  I counted 8 trucks that we have that Grandpa made including this ride-on truck for Luke:

And one of these little ones (Grandpa told me he didn't like how they looked until he put on the wheels.  Then he liked them).

I LOVE this picture, Grandpa got right down to play with Luke.

He made the nightstand I've used for the last ~25 years (the first thing he ever made me!), I'm typing this at the desk he made me in college, and we have a bookshelf he made.  Grandpa's hobby still surrounds us (suffice it to say, I know much more about his woodworking hobby than I do about his decades as a farmer, something that was evident every time my sister and I lost a round of "The Farming Game" to my cousins who grew up on farms).  Every time we visited I would ask Grandpa what he was working on and he'd show me.  There were a lot of cars, toys and doll beds for great grands.

Last 4th of July we had a big party of Grandpa's 90th birthday.  Almost the entire family was there which is a lot of people.  Even on my last visit with him he was talking about what a wonderful day that was.  And it was, maybe, my favorite family gathering ever (and we've had a lot).  We got to celebrate Grandpa while he was still here.  My cousin's wife had the idea of making a scrapbook where we all made a page (or two or three) about Grandpa and what he meant to us.  There were a lot of pages, a lot of pictures, a lot of memories.  I've gotten teary flipping through it.  Grandpa told my aunt, a few months after the party, that sometimes when he didn't have anything else to do, he would spend hours looking at that book and I just LOVE that.  He got to know how much we all loved and appreciated everything he's taught and done for us.  

My 4 generation picture.  It hangs over my desk.

Saying goodbye is never easy, even when it's expected.  Luke and I have talked many times about how Grandpa is now in heaven with Jesus and Great Grandma.  I imagine he was greeted with a "Well done, good and faithful servant." and an "Oh Bounce!".  I like to imagine Grandpa telling Grandma all about what happened down here over the last 2 1/2 years, all the new great grands, weddings.  (Even though I think Grandma's been watching over us and getting in plenty of cuddles with all these new babies before they are born.).  I know Grandpa missed Grandma (I sure do) and it makes my heart so happy to think of them together again, watching over all of us and smiling.  All because two people fell in love. (I read that it was snowing on their wedding day in early April, 68 years ago.  It snowed again the day Grandpa died, in early April, when he was reunited with Grandma in heaven.  He was buried the day before what would have been their 68th anniversary.)
 

I already miss him greatly and suspect I will for a long time.  He taught me much about faith, love, family, hard work, and finding joy in the little things.  Grandparents can be very special people and I feel so blessed to have had two fantastic ones. 

We spent the early part of this week saying our goodbyes.  My Grandparents were each one of 9 kids.  My Mom has more than 100 first cousins (before cousins by marriage).  Plus, my Grandpa was very active at his church and a lot of people knew him (small town thing.  At my Grandma's viewings he was so amazed at the number of people who came through.  I asked him if he knew that many people and he said: "No!  I didn't know there were this many people in the world!").  There was 8 hours of viewing over two days and the line never disappeared.  I knew very few people (although my in-laws and 4 of Matt's sisters came which I really appreciated!) which meant I got to spend a lot of time with cousins, my sisters, and chasing kids around.  I know it was long days for my parents, aunts, and uncles, but I really enjoyed it (as much as one can enjoy a funeral viewing).  (I could also sit when I wanted and maybe, maybe, have a beer.  Or two.)   It is not often that all 23 cousins are together.  The last time was at Grandma's viewing and before that it had been a good 8 years.  Adding those 25 kids made it a little crazy (did I mention that 17 of them are Luke's age and under?).  But there would be no better way to celebrate Grandpa's and Grandma's lives than by all being together, laughing, talking, reminiscing.  My cousin said someone remarked how loud (in a good way) it was when they came through and that sums it up.  My Grandpa had a life worth celebrating.  This family that they built is worth celebrating.  I am sure know we all miss him but he lived his good, wonderful, long, spectacular life.  THAT is worth celebrating with laughs, even at a funeral home.  (And, also, ice cream.  Grandpa definitely would have approved of many, including us, sneaking out for an ice cream break.)

Yes, there were tears (apparently I'm known as one of the criers in the family...which I totally haven't done while writing this, not. at. all.) but there was also a lot of joy and laughter over those days.  Grandpa's life gave us a lot to celebrate, a lot to be thankful for and it was a wonderful celebration of his life, his family, his legacy.  I'm very proud to be a part of it.

I know nobody is perfect but I think my Grandpa was a pretty great person and things I've heard from other people since his death only reinforces my belief.  I hope Grandma and Grandpa are rejoicing at being together again and watching over all of us with love.  May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.  Until we meet again, xoxo.

What Grandma has taught me from heaven

It's now been just over two weeks since my Grandma passed away.  I think about her constantly and wonder what she's doing in heaven (even though time is probably a completely different thing there).  It's still very surreal that she is gone and I don't think it's fully sunk in yet.  I don't know how long it will take for that.

What her death has taught me (so far) is what a wonderful gift it is to grow old.  She lived to be 88 and see our family grow so much.  Isn't that a great thing?  Don't we all hope to die at an old age, peacefully at home, surrounded by family?  People (myself included) often complain about growing up and try to fight it or hold on to youth.  I'm all for taking care of yourself but there is a grace to growing old with dignity and accepting each new stage of life (something I am still working on).   I especially complained about my age this year, with turning 30.  It's a whole new decade!  But...there is only one alternative to growing old and I really don't want that one!!  It's a wonderful thing to grow up, it really is.  I hope to live to at least 88 and be married to Matt for 65 years.  That would be pretty incredible.

With my Grandparents for pre-school Grandparents' day in 1988

The other thing that's really sunk in for me over the last 2ish week is how final death really is.  I know, this should be obvious, but I never had anyone this close to me die.  It's final.  Final final.  I have her funeral card (what is the real name for those??) hanging on the fridge and see her dates of birth and death every time I am in there.  When you die that second date, the one you spend your whole life trying to keep far far away, is it.  It's one of the great unknowns in life, when you will die.  I just look at her dates and think about how we don't know when we will die.  We don't know what our second date will be or how far away it is but we do our darndest to avoid it.  It's just so...weird think about.  How that one date will be on her tombstone but it's not important, really, what's important is all the living that went on between those dates (like The Dash poem I linked to last week).

Just a lot of new things to think about in the past few weeks. 

Grandma

 Grandma 

January 7, 1925 - October 8, 2013

I've long liked this poem The Dash. 

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

As someone who loved her, I can try to explain what her "little line" was worth to me.  It's going to be rambling and random but totally from the heart.

My Memories with Grandma

Grandma and Grandpa met in the 7th grade and started dating at the end of their senior year of high school.  My Grandpa was in the Pacific for World War II and I remember my Grandma showing me pictures from this time.  Every page was a new picture of her and Grandpa and she told me he was on leave.  By the looks of the pictures he was on leave all the time!!

The first time I met Grandma & Grandpa at 4 days old

Some of my favorite memories with my Grandma are when we'd stay at their house.  They would keep groups of us cousins for 2 nights in the summer.  My "group" was my older sister (and in later years my younger one too) with 3 of the boy cousins around our age.  Grandma always had small boxes of cereal for us to eat (I had one for breakfast the morning of her funeral, in her honor).   We'd to go A&W for kids meals, either the Creamery or Dairy Hut for ice cream, and then BOTH the local parks.  All 2 of them.  Those trips were a lot of fun; being with our Grandparents for 2 whole days.  It was somewhat magical being at Grandma & Grandpa's house in the early morning or late at night since those weren't times we were normally there.

I have a lot of random memories of being with Grandma, that don't fit in any timeline.  I remember spending the night alone at their old house, I don't remember why none of my sisters were with me.  I remember running errands with Grandma back when she still drove (many many years ago).  I got a sucker from the bank.  When us girls spent the night we'd usually get a bubble bath.  They had a bubble bath machine at their old house and a tub with jets at the new one.  Bubble baths there were always so much cooler than at home. 

I remember being at their old farm house right before their move while Grandma showed me the floor plan of the new house with to scale furniture cut out so she could move it around and see how it would fit.  That's something I copied when I tried to rearrange my room growing up, I just never did it as well.

My 1st Communion in the dress my mom wore, made my by Grandma, May 1991

At Grandma's house we'd play games - the Farming Game (which my sister and I always lost since my cousins were actual farmers), Candy Land (I remember stacking the deck when playing with my Grandma around the age of 5 or 6), Masterpiece, a Winnie-the Pooh game, then Trionimos and Five Crowns in recent years.  We played those with them on our second and third to last visits earlier this year.


We'd watch McGee & Me, a taped off the tv stage version of Peter Pan, and Flintstone/Jetson tapes.  I remember always drinking Sprite and eating Sunchips & popcorn puffs at their house.  We'd play croquet in the backyard, ride the tractor and big wheel, and spit watermelon seeds.

Christmas 2001 probably one of the last times every single member of the family was together before her funeral

Christmas at Grandma's has been the Sunday before Christmas for as long as I can remember.  Until last year we'd all cram into the basement and try to all fit in a circle (this stopped working years ago as cousin spouses, fiances, and dates joined in).  It was always at least 90 degrees and you could tell the newbies by who wore a sweater.  Us kids usually ate in the back room which always got loud and we'd sit there talking well past when supper was over.

My Grandparents always came over to watch us when my Mom had a baby.  I especially remember this for my youngest two sisters.  When Erin (#5) was born at 8:20 something at night they rushed us down in our pjs so we could meet her before visiting hours were over.  She was the youngest baby my Grandpa ever held, including their own.

Goofing off with Ang at my bridal shower, March 2006

Grandma & Grandpa would come to go to our fair with us so we could show off our 4-H projects.  Grandma would always sneak us money for an extra elephant ear and my Mom would always be shocked as to where it came from.  If they couldn't make a fair visit then Grandma would send extra birthday money for me to buy the extra elephant ear.

Growing up we'd usually visit them once a month, on a Sunday.  Us girls would play in the basement and Grandma would always re-put away all the toys because we never got it just right.  Some of my favorite visits were when I started to go on my own or with just a few other people.  It was always nice to have some one-on-two time with them since the family functions were always loud (which is nice in a different way).  We'd talk about I don't even know what...Matt, jobs, life, my sisters, vacations, their growing up years, whatever came up.  We'd always play games and Grandma would feed me more sweets than I needed (ice cream always, usually cookies or brownies) or even just snacks.  One time I was visiting them on my way home from seeing a college friend in Dayton and Grandma made a full supper for me, mashed potatoes even because she knew they were my favorite.  Those visits were always very special ones.  I always left so happy and feeling so loved.

My Grandma & I at my bridal shower

Starting many years ago I'd call them on their birthdays and their wedding anniversary.  I think it was 3 years ago on our wedding anniversary Grandma called me to say happy anniversary.  I was at work and didn't see the call until later but I kept the voicemail until I switched to my iPhone and it wouldn't transfer (really really wish I had figured out a way to).  She was just calling to say happy anniversary since I always called them and she wanted to call me too.  Little things like that were so touching to be remembered, especially as they got older.

My aunt told me a story that on Easter (when Luke was 2 days old) she was helping Grandma & Grandpa update their newspaper announcement for their upcoming 65th anniversary using their 60th anniversary announcement.  Grandpa kept insisting that they had 10 great grandchildren instead of 9.  They did because Luke was born but nobody knew he was ours yet.  I told my aunt that if God told anyone else we were getting a baby I completely believe it would be Grandma & Grandpa.   Every time I saw them or called them between when they knew we were adopting until we got Luke they would always ask about it, if we got our baby yet.  That they remembered that with all the grandkids to keep straight was really touching.

Meeting baby Luke, June 12, 2013

When I called to tell them we got Luke they were so excited that they called my mom afterwards, something she says they never did!  My Mom and I took Luke to meet them this summer and they both got to hold him.  Luke even rolled over for the first time at their house!  I am so glad Grandma was able to see me become a mom and meet our first child.



Saying Goodbye 

The last time I saw Grandma was 4 weeks ago, 3 weeks before she died.  We had just stopped briefly after a baby shower to say hi.  We probably only spent 20 minutes there but her and Grandpa both got to hold Luke and we got a 4 generation picture.  The last things I said to Grandma was "I love you" and she asked me to pray for her.  I told her that I always do.

The last time I saw Grandma

Matt & I had another trip planned to go back, 2 weeks ago, but she wasn't having a good day that day. I knew if we went it would be for me, not for Grandma and we decided we didn't want to do anything to lessen the time she had left.  I'm glad that the last time I did see her she was still mostly herself, that she was able to interact with Luke. 


Grandma died peacefully at home, surrounded by her husband, 6 kids, and a priest (who happened to be riding his bike past their house just as they were calling the rectory).  She lived to be 88 years old with 6 kids, 23 grandkids, and 11 great grandkids.  If you have to go, that's the way to do it.

We knew that the time was coming but no matter how much I prepared myself for it, it was still really hard to get that call from my parents.  I was lucky enough that my sister and I just happened to have scheduled a playdate for the day she died and we were together when we got our calls.  We spent the afternoon sharing memories of Grandma and how important she has been to our lives.  The 3 days between that phone call and her funeral have been probably the most emotional of my life. 

The evening of the day she died and into the next day so many of my sisters and cousins changed their Facebook profile pictures to ones of them with Grandma & Grandpa.  A lot of pictures with smiling brides & grooms or proud new graduates.  My feed was filled with notifications of everyone liking each others' pictures.  It was a really touching tribute to Grandma and made me feel the family love even though we are scattered. 

Grandma & Grandpa with almost all the cousins, spouses, and great grandkids at my sister's wedding June 2012

The time we spent saying goodbye was very tough but the best part was being around family; the people who knew her like I did.  By my best count there were 60 family members there.  At the viewings, prayers, the funeral, the cemetery, and everything in between, we went through this all together.  I spent the first showing mostly talking with my cousins and watching the video of pictures my aunt had put together.  It was so fun to see pictures of my Grandma when she was young, then as a Mom to our parents, and then as a Grandma with us.  We shared lots of memories, hugs, stories, and tears and it's been absolutely wonderful.  The best way to memorialize and remember Grandma is by all being together.  She loved being a mom, grandma, and great grandma and she was good at it.

Almost the entire family at my sister's wedding in 2009

At the viewings we kept telling each other we couldn't talk to Grandpa because if we did we'd lose it and then everyone else would be gone.  The line was very long at both viewings I was at but my sister and I saw my Grandpa had a break and snuck up to talk to him.  He's always been a very strong person but talking to him made me break immediately.  He took us to see Grandma and kept telling us how beautiful she was; as beautiful as the day he met her some 75 years earlier.  He told us how she's at peace now and feeling so much better than she had a week ago.  Talking with him pretty much completely broke me, so much that he was comforting me when I should have been comforting him.

A visit with Grandma & Grandpa in March 2011

Both evenings we ended viewings with family prayer.  At that point in the night it was just the family left - Grandpa, aunts, uncles, cousins, spouses.  It was incredibly special (and emotional) to all be around her casket, praying together.  Those moments are some of my favorite memories with the family ever.

She got a beautiful funeral on a perfect day.  It was a sunny and beautiful day outside.  The church was pretty full inside.  I felt very honored when I was asked to do a reading at her service (all of us grandkids did something).  When my Mom called to tell me the readings picked she gave me a choice.  As soon as I looked up the first in my Bible I knew I had to do this one.  I don't know when I underlined and made the comments but it was for right now, when I needed it.  The only song I remember singing is "How Great Thou Art" which, I think, my Mom said was one Grandma had picked herself.  My sister remarked at how moving of a moment it was to hear the beautiful church filled with voices singing that song.  Grandma would have been smiling down from above.

Grandma & Grandpa taking a walk together May 2012

It was a wonderful day.  Highly emotional and very tough but a wonderful day. Made me so thankful to have been a part of her life and to be a part of this family.


What I will take away from the first days following her passing are many special moments with my Grandpa, lots and lots of hugs and tears shared with my cousins, prayers with the whole family, and a wonderful feeling of closeness to every single member of the family. They say you can't pick your family but even if I could I wouldn't want a different one in any way.  They are amazing, wonderful, and caring people. 


In Grandma's Memory

Now that she's gone I have a few items to remember her by along with all my memories.  To her funeral I wore 2 items that were hers.  When I'd visit in later years, she'd always tell me to take something, she hated having extra stuff (I must get it from her).  She made this black jacket many years ago, my Mom and aunts remember her wearing it.  It was in her dress up for years before I brought it here and now I wear it A LOT.  (see Luke's baptism, a cousin's wedding, my sister's graduation, and the last time I saw Grandma above)  And the bracelet was also hers that ended up in the dress-up.  I've never wore it besides dress-up but the funeral seemed appropriate.

Grandma & Grandpa collected these little farmer figurines.  I don't know if they purposely got enough for all the grandkids or it just happened that way but years ago we all got to "dib" one.  They were sitting out at their house and Grandma wrote our name on the bottom of ours.  I never remembered which one was mine, usually having to pick up a few to figure it out.  I don't think any of us thought we'd get them before they both died but then for Christmas about 10 years ago Grandma wrapped them all up for us.  It was surprising but also a nice memento of Grandma & Grandpa sitting on my desk every day.  It is probably one of my most treasured possessions.

The last thing I have from Grandma is THE dress.  I don't know if Grandma made it or who did (it was homemade) but Grandma wore it in a wedding some 70 years ago.  It was the ultimate dress-up dress because of how well it twirled and it was long and fun and great.  All of us granddaughters wore it at some point.  It never fit us until we were high school/college age but that didn't stop us from trying.  4 years ago when I was visiting Grandma she told me to take it.  It's not something I could just ask for and I don't know how she decided it should go to me but it's another of my favorite things. 

playing dress-up at Grandma & Grandpa's in 2004

On the picture boards at the funeral home there was a picture of Grandma in THE dress.  I was talking to a cousin and saw it over her shoulder and got really excited.  Grandma would always tell us how it was raining the day she wore it and had to pull it over her head to keep her hair dry (something we all probably tried a few times too).  Very special to have this from Grandma.  Probably more so that I got it years ago when she could give it to me.


Grandma's legacy

At the funeral mass the priest talked about how much impact one little farm girl can have judging by the packed family pews.  He said that you don't need to have a big life and great accomplishments to make a difference and my Grandma is proof of that.  To any outsider she was nothing special, she had no great accomplishments or awards.  But to our family she meant a great deal.  Her and my Grandpa made quite a large family and we all even like each other!  I think it speaks very well of my Grandparents that we are a close family.   

The priest talked about how we are her legacy, her family.  What Grandma loved was being a mom, grandma, and great-grandma.  She taught me a lot about faith, love, and the importance of family.  She taught me that calories don't count on your birthday or at her house, that you can never have too many desserts, and that ice cream toppings are called dope.

Grandma & Grandpa at a cousin's wedding in August 2005

I think the greatest thing I will take away from my time with my Grandma is the love between her and Grandpa.  They were married over 65 years!  At the viewings Grandpa still never left her side and told a lot of us grandkids how beautiful she still was.  Watching them care for each other in later years, how they interacted when we'd play games, call each other out on bad plays.  I told Matt that I hope we can be married 65 years and still love each other that much.


I miss her.  The way she'd say "Now Bounce!" when Grandpa would go out too early for her in Five Crowns.  How she'd say "yella" for yellow and "warsh" for wash.  How she'd ask me "So. What else is new?" when I'd visit.  I'll miss just having her around 

Me with Grandma & Grandpa at one of my sister's weddings in June 2009

Even after all this it's hard to believe that she really is gone.  I haven't removed her from my prayer list and still call it "Grandma & Grandpa's" house.  She's been a big part of my life, for my whole life. 
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For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

 Grandma taught me a lot about loving and living. She spent her "dash" well.  Showed me the importance of family.  She was a beautiful woman, inside and out.  In the 30 years that I knew her, I never heard her have the slightest mean thing to say about anyone.  She had a great faith in God and prayer. 

I love you, Grandma.  I hope you are looking down on us and smiling.  I hope you keep up your prayers for all of us from heaven because I know I at least will need them.  I will think of you, love you, and miss you the rest of my life.  Until we meet again...  xoxo

the day I graduated college, May 2005

Rest in Peace (again)

It's strange how life can work.  On Sunday, December 30, 2012, we gathered for the funeral service of our old neighbor, Marge Overby.  The following Friday, January 4, 2013, we received word that her husband of 53 years, Dave, had also passed.  It was weird. My sister and I had just spoke a few days earlier how good he looked at Marge's funeral.  It's hard to believe they are both gone so close.  It feels like a part of my childhood is now missing.  My sisters and I have talked recently how these are the first people close to us that we have had die.  Our Grandpa died before any of us were born.  I was almost 2 and Jen almost 4 when our Grandma died.  I have no memories of her or her death. 

It's hard to think of Dave & Marge separately.  I remember Dave hitting golf balls in their backyard.  He helped my Dad take down trees (that seemed to happen fairly often...).  I remember their old dog, Barney, and Dave taking him on walks.  You may know of my general unlove of animals; I liked Barney though. 

I will treasure the memories I have of Dave & Marge.  I hope they are together in heaven now, with Barney, rocking on the back porch.

Dave's obituary

Rest in Peace

The world lost dear person on Christmas Eve.  Marge and Dave were my parents' neighbors for 25 years, from the time we moved in (I was 3) until about a year ago.   They were the best neighbors anyone could ever hope to have.   I remember calling them our "adopted grandparents" when we were growing up; that's basically what they were to us.  Marge would always have cookies for us when we'd have to run next door to borrow an egg or get a key (we seemed to lock ourselves out a lot).  She made us hand-drawn cards for every birthday growing up.  Dave did woodworking and made my parents multiple things and my sisters & I each something when we got married.  They would always watch our house when we were on vacation and leave little notes about the weather on each day's mail (something my sister Erin has carried on when she housesits for us).  We used to go to their house for tornado warnings since they had a basement and we didn't.  We celebrated Christmas with them every year; I still use the hairdryer they gave me when I was 14.  They had a huge, huge garden and would take nightly walks around it, often interrupted by talks with someone in our family.  It's impossible to imagine what my childhood would have been like without them next door.  They moved into assisted living about a year ago.  We got the word during 10pm Mass on Christmas Eve that Marge had passed away.  I know she is painfree and at peace now.  That brings comfort.

As Jen said, all other neighbors will always be measured by Marge & Dave.  None will ever come close.  Rest in peace, Marge.  You will be missed. 

Marge's online obituary