Love you, Papa!

My grandpa, Aram, passed away this morning, peacefully in his sleep, after a short battle with cancer.

We will always remember the many wonderful memories we had with you Papa! We will miss you more than words can describe!

Grandpa…: As I was looking at pictures on my computer, I realized many of my pictures were from the past few years. The more I thought about it, many of my best memories with my grandpa were from a while ago. They were mostly from summer months, and card games during those colder months. How many times did my brother, sister, and I hit golf balls out of his garage with him? Or eat tomatoes straight from his tomato plants? Many on the lake would agree he was usually the first one to jump in the lake every year. He would always take his bath off the dock, with ivory soap because it would float. He was the one that taught me (and many others) to swim and go underwater (and I will always be thankful for that). I can’t even begin to think how many pairs of his glasses are at the bottom of this lake, I don’t recommend setting glasses on the back edge of a jet ski. In my mind, I’ll always put the lake and papa together. Not only was he “grandpa” to his grandkids, he was also “grandpa” to all his ‘kids’ on the lake. When I came home this past Christmas, I walked into my room and the first thing I saw was a picture of grandpa and Betsy in the ski-boat (during Betsy’s ‘spotter certification’ test), with John as driver. I’ll always remember that picture; he just had a big smile on his face. He will always be remembered in so many ways: loving husband, dad, brother, grandfather, great-grandfather ‘Big A.’ And, of course, the Mayor of Iron Lake.

I want to end with this.  I could stand up here for days telling you about the great memories I have with gramps, pictures or no pictures but that wouldn’t do him justice.  This is from a spoken track on a cd I just got and I think it is very true:

“How do you sum up a life in a few words?
How do you measure the weight of a soul in a matter of moments?
You do not. You cannot.
But you can pray for rest. And you can pray for light.
And you can remember. You can always remember.”

(David Crowder*Band, “A Burial”)

You will be missed grandpa more than words can say.



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