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Wed., Aug. 23, 2000
When I went to see Uncle John in the nursing home last month, I didn't know what to expect. I knew he sometimes couldn't remember who you were. When Ro brought him downstairs to see me he looked really good. He even knew who I was. He had the same energy and zest for life as he always had. He started talking about miscellaneous stories. It didn't matter that he was sitting in a wheel chair or in a nursing home, all that seemed to disappear when he talked. He always captivated me with whatever he said. He was fun to be around, always happy.
I will always admire my Uncle
John's energy, compassion, and his fun ways. I hope that I can
have that part of him live on in me.
Terry Snyder
terry@sat-tel.com
Wed., Aug. 23, 2000
 A father, a brother, an uncle, a friend, Our memories of you will never end. Now you can share with the Angels the joy of your rebirth. The grief of your passing we must now endure. And we will see you again when we, too, reach Heaven above. As we remember your giving spirit now, forever and after. We celebrate today your reunion with your wife. We celebrate today your past life of unselfishly giving. We celebrate today the new life you are now living. |
Donna Franceschino
Wed., Aug. 23, 2000
Anyone who knew "Mr. T.", knew his unique personality and his own style of humor. IF we thought Aunt Mary T. was a master at telling her version of a story, Mr. T. would have given her a run for her money these past few months. He gave us reasons to laugh at a situation which was not the least bit humorous. Was there anyone who worked harder at those imaginary jobs, waited longer for that elusive bus, made more friends or charged more nurses?
My favorite story involves one of those imaginary jobs. One day as we sat there talking, he told me he had just gotten a new job. When I asked him what it was, he said he was now a BUM EJECTOR. He went on to say that it was his responsibility to get rid of all the riff-raff on the job site. We have all heard countless stories like this and w listened with love and affection, for in his mind, they were all real.
But he also had another side that everyone knew, and that was the love and generosity for all who were in his life. Another story I will always remember took place the night he had insisted on taking Charlie and I out to dinner. Finally the night came and we went. When the meal was over and the bill came, he looked disappointed and upset. We kept asking him what was wrong and he finally said, "this is just not enough. I wanted to spend more on you." That night sitting with him in his living room back at his house, he would not rest until we agreed to go out to dinner with him again. How typical-- he just felt he needed to do more.
As we look back, the journey from South Main St. to Lynda Road to Brakeley will linger in our minds. We will always be thankful for having him and Aunt Mary T. in our lives for they were truly a special pair. What a joy it is to know that he has finally been reunited with the love of his life and the woman he called his shining star.
Sarah Mattes