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Her name was Michelle and he loved her.
This is my youngest son’s Eulogy for his maternal Grandfather who passed away last week. He sums up well a very big hearted and good man.
Below is the speech I wrote for my late grandfather’s funeral on 11/2/2012. He passed on 10/30/2012. It was given by myself and my two cousins, Ashley and Casey Kuck.
Good morning. On behalf of all the grandchildren, we’d like to thank you for celebrating Poppy’s life with us. In a few short words, he was witty, friendly, and quick to compliment. Always with a smile on his face, Poppy brought joy to all who had the privilege to engage with him.
In 1935, Poppy was born to German immigrant parents in Manhattan, New York. He spoke only German until grade school where he learned his New York style English. His high school years were spent in a military boarding school in Bordentown, New Jersey. Shortly after graduating high school Poppy joined the US Army and served in Germany during the Korean War. He was an expert marksman and even…
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(Originally posted on Blogmaster2000.com for Valentine’s Day on 2-14-12)
I am not a big proponent of Valentine’s Day. I am not a big fan of holidays in general for that matter. It just seems that we, as a culture, take great ideas and over think them to the point that we destroy all the fun in them. Look at Sundays for instance – a day of rest. We have found a way to make it the most stressful day of the week in one way or another. For those of the believing persuasion, it is a day of heightened expectation and rushing, for those that are of the unbelieving persuasion, it is a day of lowered expectation and grousing that everything is closed.
Don’t even get me started on Christmas or Super Bowl Sunday.
But out of all of them, Valentine’s Day is probably the worst because fully half of the population loves it, and the other half hates it, and everyone dreads it.
Anyway, enough ranting, let’s see some videos in no particular order.