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With all the pain and sorrow that was experienced in the
death of my brother-in-law John, something beautiful occurred that made me
proud once again of my sons. Both of them had an excuse and a pass from me to
stay where they were and not come to the funeral.
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My #1 Son Anthony, who works on a tight schedule, a
demanding job in Los Angeles flew in, dropping everything he had to do to pay
his respects to his uncle John because he had a heavy heart and needed to.
Then there is #2 Son Michael, who was in the midst of
mid-terms up in Purchase, hand-cuffed with a late scheduled class, traveling
all night and arriving at 3:00 AM to attend his Uncle’s funeral, refusing to
take my offer to pass, because he had a heavy heart and needed to also.
As I returned to the funeral parlor that sad day to say
goodbye, as I entered with my beautiful wife, we had my sons with us, we were grateful
and proud of our boys!
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It made me particularly proud of my; niece Annmarie and
nephew Chris, along with his wife Kim who live locally and showed up
immediately at the hospital on a moments notice while my brother-in-law was
still alive. And my nephews David from Florida and Marc and his sister
Jean-Marie from Connecticut who dropped their little children and came over
from the ferry with their sister Katie who flew from San Diego and connected
with her sibs to attend! And my niece Sara and her husband Alex, along with
Greg, Annmarie’s husband, all attending: giving comfort to my sister’s family
in their hours of pain and need.
You have no idea how proud it would have made Grandpa
knowing his family was so responsive, generous and loving to bring that
comfort. But why not, why shouldn’t they be supportive, it is in their blood,
in their collective hearts, in their very being. As it were, my sisters Joanne and her husband Don,
Mary Ann and Fran and her husband Tom, all scattered in different parts of the country, rushing in and
being there with me as we tried to hold up a beautiful family that needed
comfort and understanding. Once family, always family!
If you don’t believe in God, then you don’t believe in
family and friends. They are God, they are the handiwork of the creator: surely
the comfort came from HIS hand in all of those I spoke of, through their hearts.
3 comments:
The hurt of losing someone close lingers. Having family around helps us get through. So glad yours was there for you.
Joe, you are truly blessed with such a warm, loving and close family. Your parents did a terrific job in raising the five of you, and you each in, turn, in raising your own children with deeply imbedded love and respect for family. This is very rare in this day and age. You have every right to be proud!
Thank you guys! It is good to have people who recognize the 'Old' values!
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