chillin’ in my hammock…a Western Scrub Jay pesters Chinese Elm blossoms…a gentle north breeze dances upon my skin…i must write my Dad’s obituary tonight…7 books, 3,500 blogs, countless magazine articles, yet i find myself wordless at this ‘assignment’…om so ti
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Dear Coach Ilg,
What an eventful series of recent days you have experienced. A full life indeed.
One week ago I opened one of those big, ancient family Bibles to review a verse in Proverbs. It was the closest one at hand, though the aged paper is a little brittle so I don’t open it often.
Curious about one of the “unofficial” biblical books included, I turned the pages, then out came my great grandfather’s obituary. It completed many of the gaps my parents never spoke about.
– his early career in the local county post office and being the first there to author and publish what we now call the Yellow Pages
– his career as a retailer and grocer when that business model was just beginning
– his participation in two different religions at the same time (I’m hearing echoes.)
– the daughter (my great aunt) who died suddenly at age six
– that my mother’s middle name is the same as that little girl who died so young
– to help heal the grief the family left for Kansas to establish a store there, and came to witness Jesse James regularly coming into the town’s stockyards to take a few head of beef, gratis, no protests by the sheriff or anyone else
– their return to Allentown PA and bulding additional businesses with his sons including my grandfather
– and more.
Hoping I am that your obituary writing is going or has gone well.
Who knows, but I am betting that someday Dewa’s grandchild will read the words you write today.
Blessings,
Karl K
PS to Coach,
Nice shoes. Same model as I wore in the Kahtoolah’s as we snowshoed May 11 at Purg.
They were perfect.
Blessings, KK
Precious KK,
thanks my elder Brother From A Different Mother…
i needed that just now…
head bowed,
ec