Raise your glass for lost friends

Bumping an old thread on the anniversary. :rose:

We've lost more family in the AH since this thread began, and many here have lost additional family members, too.

Wondering how everyone is, how we've grown, learned, changed?

Are we healed or healing?

Safe? Happy? Whole?

Best wishes on everyone's individual journeys towards peace.

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You seem to be dealing with your loss a little better, Sarahh. Glad to see it. :rose:
 
Thanks, Teach. You know, it seems like it just happened some days.

How are you doing? Don't really see as much of you as we used to.

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I don't post much anymore, hon. Don't lurk as much either. Life has me pretty busy. Lol, I must have two dozen stories in various states of incompletion that I hope to get around to one day.
 
April 29 1995, went to work at 5AM to groom the greens for a tournament (golf course mechanic and jack of all trades) one of the guys came out at 6:20 and got me to open the office for a phone message. I listened and went across the street to the hospital and waited about 15 min. I was there to help Mom out of the Ambulance and ther was nothing to be done for Dad. Massive heart attack.

This past Jan. we burried his last sister. Today I lost an Aunt. From that generation we have one brother and his wife and one cousin who is 102!
 
April 29 1995, went to work at 5AM to groom the greens for a tournament (golf course mechanic and jack of all trades) one of the guys came out at 6:20 and got me to open the office for a phone message. I listened and went across the street to the hospital and waited about 15 min. I was there to help Mom out of the Ambulance and ther was nothing to be done for Dad. Massive heart attack.

This past Jan. we burried his last sister. Today I lost an Aunt. From that generation we have one brother and his wife and one cousin who is 102!

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Lots of familiar names and faces on this thread.

Has it been that long since we've seen them?

:rose: sarahh

:rose: DP

:rose: Edward

My BIL died 3 mo's ago after a long battle with cancer. He was a helluva guy and I miss him. :(
 
April 29 1995, went to work at 5AM to groom the greens for a tournament (golf course mechanic and jack of all trades) one of the guys came out at 6:20 and got me to open the office for a phone message. I listened and went across the street to the hospital and waited about 15 min. I was there to help Mom out of the Ambulance and ther was nothing to be done for Dad. Massive heart attack.

This past Jan. we burried his last sister. Today I lost an Aunt. From that generation we have one brother and his wife and one cousin who is 102!


My condolences, DP.
 
Lots of familiar names and faces on this thread.

Has it been that long since we've seen them?

:rose: sarahh

:rose: DP

:rose: Edward

My BIL died 3 mo's ago after a long battle with cancer. He was a helluva guy and I miss him. :(

Sorry about your brother-in-law, TE. Cancer is rough stuff.
 
I lost my grandmother about two months ago. She was a huge impact on my life. I've had the misfortune to witness both of my grandmothers die very painful deaths, it's never easy. Her memorial service is in a few weeks.

I think that my stories here are a strange way that I still feel connected to her- she always like erotic fiction. I might never tell the rest of my family, but I get the feeling she's smiling down at me.
 
I lost my grandmother about two months ago. She was a huge impact on my life. I've had the misfortune to witness both of my grandmothers die very painful deaths, it's never easy. Her memorial service is in a few weeks.

I think that my stories here are a strange way that I still feel connected to her- she always like erotic fiction. I might never tell the rest of my family, but I get the feeling she's smiling down at me.

Sounds like you had a very special relationship with her, Elianna. :rose:
 
I always remember...my dads father. I never really got to know my grandfather early on, my parents and my dads parents didn't get along well. But, during the divorce, my grandfather [grandmom had passed away before the divorce] made his absolute best effort to be there for my brother and I. Not really having had much of a relationship with him prior, at first it was hard, but as fate would have it, I loved football, and he loved Notre Dame college football. So, we used to sit and talk for hours about football, particularly Notre Dame. It really helped then, gave us a place to go where the effects of the divorce weren't felt. He was a huge fan, made it a point to go out to Indiana to see a game every year. -chuckles- even with pneumonia, at Pep Rallies he would be the first through the door so he could find the best seat.
He passed away in early '05, February actually. I was in Power School at the time, and managed to get a bit of leave [3 day weekend] to go home for the funeral. My grandfather was a Korean War Vet, and extremely proud of me being in the military, so, I had asked that as a last tribute, if I could be one of the pall bearers. Flew into NJ late late Thursday night. Stayed up late to iron out my uniform, dinner dress blues, large medals, starch white gloves, perfectly polished shoes, the whole nine yards.
There are three things about that funeral that stick out in my mind. The first one, was we didn't roll him out to the last hymn...we rolled him out to the ND Fight Song. The second, was being asked to present the flag, and I still don't know how I managed to get the words out, God I just wanted to cry. And the third was...as everyone left, I stood aside, turned and gave him the best damned salute I could muster.
I really miss my grandfather, he was a hero to my brother and I, shielding us when we needed it the most. And every year, I make it a point to watch as many ND games as I can, everytime they win, I just think of how happy he'd be.
 
Sorry about your brother-in-law, TE. Cancer is rough stuff.

Thanks Edward. He fought to the end and decided to die when he wanted to. What a man.

I lost my grandmother about two months ago. She was a huge impact on my life. I've had the misfortune to witness both of my grandmothers die very painful deaths, it's never easy. Her memorial service is in a few weeks.

I think that my stories here are a strange way that I still feel connected to her- she always like erotic fiction. I might never tell the rest of my family, but I get the feeling she's smiling down at me.

I'm sure she is Eli. :heart: You do her proud.
 
I always remember...my dads father. I never really got to know my grandfather early on, my parents and my dads parents didn't get along well. But, during the divorce, my grandfather [grandmom had passed away before the divorce] made his absolute best effort to be there for my brother and I. Not really having had much of a relationship with him prior, at first it was hard, but as fate would have it, I loved football, and he loved Notre Dame college football. So, we used to sit and talk for hours about football, particularly Notre Dame. It really helped then, gave us a place to go where the effects of the divorce weren't felt. He was a huge fan, made it a point to go out to Indiana to see a game every year. -chuckles- even with pneumonia, at Pep Rallies he would be the first through the door so he could find the best seat.
He passed away in early '05, February actually. I was in Power School at the time, and managed to get a bit of leave [3 day weekend] to go home for the funeral. My grandfather was a Korean War Vet, and extremely proud of me being in the military, so, I had asked that as a last tribute, if I could be one of the pall bearers. Flew into NJ late late Thursday night. Stayed up late to iron out my uniform, dinner dress blues, large medals, starch white gloves, perfectly polished shoes, the whole nine yards.
There are three things about that funeral that stick out in my mind. The first one, was we didn't roll him out to the last hymn...we rolled him out to the ND Fight Song. The second, was being asked to present the flag, and I still don't know how I managed to get the words out, God I just wanted to cry. And the third was...as everyone left, I stood aside, turned and gave him the best damned salute I could muster.
I really miss my grandfather, he was a hero to my brother and I, shielding us when we needed it the most. And every year, I make it a point to watch as many ND games as I can, everytime they win, I just think of how happy he'd be.

Wearing the uniform made him happy, Jag, and proud as well I'm sure. *salute*
 
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