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Jae

I am so sorry for your loss. May you find comfort through the loving and happy memories of your dear loved one. May you also look to our loving Heavenly Father, the God of all comfort, to provide what you need at this very sad time. He promises us that there will be a resurrection of our loved ones that we have lost in death, and they will have the opportunity to live forever in perfect health in Paradise right here on earth. (John 5:28,29, Psalms 37:10,11). May all of God's promises give you a measure of comfort, peace, hope and strength. I have personally found very comforting thoughts on jw.org.

Jae

Added on June 03, 2019
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Childhood Memories

I remember spending Christmas together and just watching the train circle the tree; it was tradition growing up. I remember him always wearing the flannel shirt with black shoes, but he’d sometimes get us from school and we’d ride around the neighborhood in the truck. I’d sit at our coffee table and draw to my heart’s content while he’d sit and watch CNN. My sister and I always had crayons or markers in our hands. When he moved, he’d always give us his pool passes every summer when we visited so that my sister and I could go swimming. We’d watch old movies and he’d tell me stories of how things were when he was my age (I was a growing teenager by that time) and going to theaters was so different and much cheaper than it is now. He’d tell me about his navy days, even! When I moved in with him and I had to adjust, trying to figure out my life after high school. Even though I’d go out with friends, I cherished the days I was home because we’d sit and watch old movies, which was his favorite activity. His friend from USPS would come over and we’d sit and talk together. He was very wise and taught my sister and I so much. Pop Pop, I love you more than words could ever express and just know that you will always be missed. 🙏🏻❤️

Kaitlyn Zgura

Added on June 02, 2019
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Summer

I spent large chunks of summer break at pop pops. He always bought pool passes for my sister and I. I always loved going to my pop pops, it was an escape from some things I was dealing with at home. He would pull out his trains and we would spend whole afternoons building the tracks around his living room as my sister sat in the bedroom listening to her music on his boombox ( she was a teenager and kept to herself). My pop pop would also bring out his clay and would show me how to mold and make things. I can still remember my amazement as he would roll the rock solid clay in the palms of his hands until the clay was soft and round. At his place was a bedroom filled with all of his art work. My grandfather was an amazing artist, his canvases, art books, and loose papers filled an empty room. Against the window was a art desk. It was slanted and had a ledge for writing tools. I also spent time in his art room, amazed at the fact that this man, my pop pop, was such a talent. He always would come in and check on me, see what I was up to, or looking at. He would explain the story behind his paintings. One I can recall is of hands. I thought it was very odd to just draw hands. He told me "if you could draw hands, you could draw anything". he would tell me about his art school days.

I would always sleep on the loveseat beside his couch. We would watch classic horror films, or musicals. I can remember him. Jeans, red flannel shirt, black shoes, beard growing as he twirled with it and made jokes about being Gandolf the wise or santa. He would also have his hair tied back in a rubber band and I can smell the scent of witch hazel. This man, the man who basically helped raise us, he was amazing. I am still in awe that this amazing man was my grandfather. A veteran, and artist, a father, a grandfather, a great grandfather. I hope I have made you proud. I hope I can aspire to live as you did. I hope your enjoying your records and I hope you continue to watch over me and be my light when needed. As I am developing a lump in my throat as I write this,, I will get through this. You are and will always be remembered. You will always be my pop pop. I love you so much. xoxo

Jessica

Added on June 02, 2019
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Saturday Mornings

My sister and I spent a lot of weekends/summers off at my pop pops. I remember the Saturday mornings, CNN on the television, breakfast in the frying pan( I can still smell it). he always made french toast with scrambled eggs, with bacon or sausage. Then after we ate we would go to the bank. We would walk up the hill, to the bus . After the bank we would get lunch, and talk about all the houses he would deliver mail to in our old neighborhood. A few times he would take me to the toy store to grab a barbie. On the way back to his place, we would stop at ALDI's and he would let me pick out anything I wanted. His favorites were butter pecan ice cream, chocolate chip cookies , and this pastry that was like a giant cinnamon bun with walnuts. These days were my favorites! I miss you pop pop.

Jessica

Added on June 02, 2019
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