Friday, September 06, 2013
The world lost a wonderful man yesterday as my dear father-in-law slipped away during his sleep. He was one of those rare people who never was heard saying an unkind word about anyone or anything. Whenever life dealt him a challenging blow, he shrugged and smiled and worked his way through the hard times. For 92 years on this earth he was a devoted son, a special brother, a loving husband, and a supportive father. He delighted in delivering an honest day's work, carrying his lunch box of cheese sandwiches and a thermos of coffee to his job as a sheet metal worker. His passion for classical music was shared with his oldest son, my husband, who spent the day yesterday listening to the 45s his dad allowed him to play when DH was just a youngster. Dad's tireless work for his church and for his community lives on in many forms, including steeples, wrought iron railings and in ductwork for major manufacturers. The church history, painstakingly researched and carefully written, is the fruit of his labor as are the written accounts of both his family and my mother-in-law's family.
Today I blink back tears as I picture him now listening to celestial music, chatting excitedly with his parents who have been waiting for him to arrive, bowling and golfing with friends, and singing beautiful harmony in a heavenly men's quartet. My 89 year old dad who rarely cries shed tears yesterday when we told him the news. We are all pleased that we enjoyed a very nice visit together just a few short weeks ago. We are truly grateful that he didn't suffer at the end. As we pack our bags we look forward to sharing happy memories and hugs with extended family this weekend.