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on the back of the funeral programs there was this poem:
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god looked around his garden
and found an empty place
he then looked down upon this earth
and saw your tired face
he put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest
god's garden must be beautiful
he only takes the best
he knew you were in pain
he knew that you would never
get well on earth again
so he closed your weary eyelids
and whispered "peace be thine"
it broke our hearts to lose you
but you did not go alone
for part of us went with you
the day god called you home
-anonymous
there were soooooo very many people there. from all over the world. egypt, romania, russia, slovakia, hungary, serbia, lithuania - even australia . reddens from all over the nation and all over the world as well as an equal amount of friends. the funeral was standing room only except in the very front where his wife and his children sat and a handful of chairs for the people who couldn't stand so well. they did a really good job on him, they restored his skin tone from the sickly cancer white and somehow made him look like he didn't lose so much weight.
after everyone was calmed down and settled about 30ish freemasons started to file in and line up by poppop in total silence. it was really creepy. they said a bunch of things in latin and apparently gave him some really high honor. he was buried in his freemason apron. as they left they went to the casket in twos or fours and paid their respects. i've never seen so many crying old men in my life. and i mean full on weeping.
the service was very short and sweet. one thing that sticks out in my mind was from the pastor: "a parents love is not meant to be repaid, but passed on, and he loved you all." they recapped his life and told funny stories about things he'd done.
we buried him about 11:30am on saturday. the funeral procession was at least two miles long on the way to the cemetery. he touched so many people's lives, i didn't quite understand the extent of what an astounding man he was until i was able to talk with many of the people there. i heard stories about him draining his life's savings to help a family in need, taking people into his house when they were down and out, leaving $100 tips for waitresses (even waitresses at the restaurant he and mommom frequented came to pay their respects!), little kids from the neighborhood he'd taken under his wing and taught how to do carpentry and wood working... the extent of how much good this man did is still blowing my mind.
he's a man that will be greatly missed in all corners of the world. i'm glad to have had the honor of calling him poppop.
untitled
god looked around his garden
and found an empty place
he then looked down upon this earth
and saw your tired face
he put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest
god's garden must be beautiful
he only takes the best
he knew you were in pain
he knew that you would never
get well on earth again
so he closed your weary eyelids
and whispered "peace be thine"
it broke our hearts to lose you
but you did not go alone
for part of us went with you
the day god called you home
-anonymous
there were soooooo very many people there. from all over the world. egypt, romania, russia, slovakia, hungary, serbia, lithuania - even australia . reddens from all over the nation and all over the world as well as an equal amount of friends. the funeral was standing room only except in the very front where his wife and his children sat and a handful of chairs for the people who couldn't stand so well. they did a really good job on him, they restored his skin tone from the sickly cancer white and somehow made him look like he didn't lose so much weight.
after everyone was calmed down and settled about 30ish freemasons started to file in and line up by poppop in total silence. it was really creepy. they said a bunch of things in latin and apparently gave him some really high honor. he was buried in his freemason apron. as they left they went to the casket in twos or fours and paid their respects. i've never seen so many crying old men in my life. and i mean full on weeping.
the service was very short and sweet. one thing that sticks out in my mind was from the pastor: "a parents love is not meant to be repaid, but passed on, and he loved you all." they recapped his life and told funny stories about things he'd done.
we buried him about 11:30am on saturday. the funeral procession was at least two miles long on the way to the cemetery. he touched so many people's lives, i didn't quite understand the extent of what an astounding man he was until i was able to talk with many of the people there. i heard stories about him draining his life's savings to help a family in need, taking people into his house when they were down and out, leaving $100 tips for waitresses (even waitresses at the restaurant he and mommom frequented came to pay their respects!), little kids from the neighborhood he'd taken under his wing and taught how to do carpentry and wood working... the extent of how much good this man did is still blowing my mind.
he's a man that will be greatly missed in all corners of the world. i'm glad to have had the honor of calling him poppop.