Tell me a memory of someone who you know who has passed on.?

Answer 1

Geez there are so many. Ok my favorite one is about my great aunt Greet and great uncle George. These two people (my fathers aunt and uncle) were the wildest people I ever knew in my life. They were lovers from the time they were teens in the 20's. They played hard, drank harder and were so liberal that they could make a conservative cry real tears.

When uncle George was in his late 80's he was dying of emphysema and heart failure. He had been in the hospital and they decided to bring him home to die. I went to see him one last time and he was a mess, just barely with us.

I asked my aunt why she had brought him home and she said "Because I'm not done with him yet. He's not going anywhere until I'm done with him!". This woman was about 5' and about 90lbs, but hugely intimidating. She marched herself over to the hallway outside of their bedroom door and shouted so he could hear her "You hear me George? You aren't going anyplace until I tell you you can!".

George hung on a couple of weeks longer and then passed. At the funeral Aunt Greet lean over and said "well I told him I was done with him, and he went".

Answer 2

My mother was really warm and funny. I lost her in 1989, when she was only 62. I still miss her quite keenly sometimes, especially when something wonderful happens and I want to share it with her.

It's hard to pick just one memory of her. But among her many funny little sayings was her standard response whenever I'd say that someone or something was "driving me crazy": she'd quip, "Not a long trip for either of us, honey!" Or sometimes when I'd call her and ask how she was doing, she'd say, "Going crazy--wanna come?"

Nothing earth-shaking or even especially original. No doubt she'd heard those lines elsewhere. But she could almost always make me smile or laugh, no matter how bad a day I was having. At the same time, she was very sympathetic when things weren't going well. She knew the healing power of a really good cry.

I'm so grateful to have had her as a mom.

Most of my close friends, living and dead, have had both of those characteristics: the ability to crack a joke *and* the ability to empathize and be supportive--along with the skill and/or wisdom to decide which would be the most helpful approach in a given situation.

One of my life goals is be as good a friend to others as my mom and others have been to me.

Answer 3

the strongest memory i have of my mother is the time she drove my high school football team to state, she was a excellent driver and had won many awards from the state and county in the 10 years of driving the kids around,as the best driver she was chosen to drive the team to the state championships(she also loved football)it was my senior year so i rode along,some of the guys decided to fight in the back of the bus,she asked them calmly to stop fighting as they were distracting her driving, to which thay replyed what are u going to do about it. my mother was a small woman how ever she had raised 2 boys and 3 other girls,after she had asked them to stop the 3rd time and they didn't i knew that it was time to hide. the bus stoped and she calmly walked down the isle to the boys that were fighting and opened the bus window and stuffed one of the boys out through the open window, then calmly walked back to the drivers seat and drove off, the rest of the kids started laughing, and there where no more fights on her bus for the rest of the year.

Answer 4

My older brother passed away a few weeks ago. He and my sister-n-law have a family dog named Chad. Every Friday evening, my brother would take the dog for a ride in his jeep, around the mountain roads in the area where they lived. The first Friday after my brother passed, the dog came up missing for a couple hours. We looked everywhere and called for him until it got dark. We, 4 of us, went inside to decide what to do.....when the dog suddenly appeared at the glass sliding door. No burrs, his coat was not dirty or messed up. We thought about going out and checking the hood of my brother's jeep, to see if it was warm, but none of us were brave enough.

Answer 5

I remember my pop pop. He was such a strong person. he died when I was seven & my memory of him was when my sisters & I went for a walk by his house. We were playing on the bridge that was just built & my sister fell off the bridge. She was hanging onto the bottom bar that goes across under neath the bridge. I had to run & get my pop pop whom came running to help. He had to pull her back up which was not an easy task with cars whizzing by. I was terrified but that was my memory

Answer 6

I remember the last time I visited my grandpa, he stood at his front door, watching the car until we left. I never saw him again except for at his funeral. On that vsit my grandma watched as we left in the same way- very sad. She died after that.

When I was little I was really allergic to animals and I could not have a dog. I loved dogs- I'd check out books on them from the library but I could never own one. My grandpa would always call and say he had stray dog for me to play with at his house he next time we would visit. He did that to mae me smile- which was so sweet.

I remember my sister and I and my cousin were sleeping ina room. And my grandma came in. I was pretending liek I was sleepign andI could feel her sit on the endge of the bed. I knew she was looking at us with alot of love. She then put her hadn gently on my back. I knew she loved me then.

My grandpa passed away in April, and my grandma soon followed in July. I love them very much.

Answer 7

My brother will be dead 4 years this Saturday.

I miss him very much and I think about him almost everyday.

He would call you on the phone and when you picked up he wouldn't say hello or hi or how are you......he would just start talking....it sounds rude but it was very funny.

He died on my birthday.

Answer 8

I remember my grandma reading the "Little House" series of books with me so we'd have something to share when I spent the weekend with them.

Answer 9

One of my closets friends,He died of heart attack at age 56 yrs old.So young,i miss him dearly,but i know he,s looking after me from above with my Mom and Dad,And my Holy father!Hollywood

Answer 10

My Grandfather---
My grandpa was a very important person in my life. In his earlier years, some before I was born, he did many things that he regretted when he found God. What makes me love and miss him so much is that he repented of his sins, and they were many, and his heart changed. Now, he was praying for all his family to know God and be saved.
I remember his big hands. They were so warm all the time, and I loved to sit next to him and hold onto one of his hands. I would lay my head on his shoulder.
He loved to make Grandma mad. One time she hollered at him to sit down at the dinner table, and he got so arrogant, he decided to sit down on the floor. We all laughed, except for Grandma. He was kinda like a child, and for those of us who could see it, it warmed our hearts.
He had a lot of heart problems, and toward the end of his years, he developed congestive heart failure. We had to put him into a nursing home. He would always move in bed, and sometimes he would fall, so we had to put two mattresses on the floor, and took turns sleeping with him, until we knew he was fast asleep. After that, the nurses would check on him.
He would always reach toward the sky with his arms, like he saw angels or Jesus calling to him, and he would groan. This made us cry, we knew he wanted to go home. But, his body just wouldn't give up. He suffered a lot before he died.
On the nite he died, there were 11 family members in the room, and we were all singing hymns to him. His roommate enjoyed it too. We were singing a song, and it had a verse on it where it said, "And He will bear you on the breath of dawn..." And at that moment, he went home to be with Jesus. I remember immediately, the nurse checking his pulse with her stethoscope. She shook her head, and I ran out of the room, just sobbing and not knowing what I was doing, I ran into the wall, and fell to the floor. I could not believe that I had no choice in saying good bye to my grandpa. We all got a fair amount of time to be with him, as the funeral director came from 2 hours away. But, when he came, I got mad at him, and begged the nurse to let Grandpa stay there till morning, and I would stay with him. But, of course, I was not thinking rationally, and I had to let him go. My cousin was there for me. He wrapped me up in a big bear hug, and held me close, and let me cry. To me, this was family loving each other, and bearing the pain of losing someone so special to them. Grandpa will always be the one I look up to, because he was able to see his wrongdoings, and made the choice to change. Many people don't even care that they are doing bad things, but Grandpa did, and he changed. And, that is why I love him so much. He will forever be in my heart...I love you Grandpa...Thank you for asking this question.