These past two weeks have seen the passing of two men in our family. One 96 and one 94, both honorable, productive, giving, honest men who loved their wives without fail. Family men who as young men served in World War II, both in the US Navy, the former skippering supply ships in the South Pacific, the latter as a tail gunner.
It’s hard to imagine what life was like 90 years ago: few families had cars, dirt roads, one room school house. Likely, they helped chop firewood for the schoolhouse potbellied stove each morning, shot rabbits or squirrels for supper on the way home from school, milked cows (by hand), slept with warm rocks at their feet in bed in winter. Only 2% of rural homes had electricity or running water.
Neither one would have known nearly 100 years ago, that when laid in their mother’s arms, they would never experience more forgiveness, understanding, and love at that moment that is humanly possible. And mom’s heart was bursting with happiness with a beautiful baby boy. What wonders would their lives behold?!
very good post..enjoyed it..thanks
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thanks, Mike
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The passing of our elderly is always bittersweet. May your family be blessed with comfort and peace in these days.
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thank you….
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Sorry for your loss….so many wonderful people we miss and treasure in our hearts.
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It was a good day despite the loss. His wife is of course tired (she’s about 20 years younger than her husband) and that will show up in the days ahead as well. But it was a wonderful day to visit family and meet some of the great neighbours and friends they had made through the years.
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