There are many reasons for families to gather. There are holidays, weddings, birthdays and reunions. And there are also funerals.
The Swartz clan recently got together to bury a great man … our Pappy.
When I look around at my family, it’s easy to tell I belong. When family members look and act alike, they call it “passing down traits.” When I think of Pappy Garold, I remember how strong he was. He was a farmer in central Pennsylvania for as long as any of us can remember. He grew corn, fruit trees … raised cows and maintained a campground. All that dusk-til- dawn hard work made him as strong as an ox.
His strength was never more apparent than when he gave you a big hug. He hugged like a bear. Whenever I’d first walk into his house, he be there at the door waiting. He’s draw me in with his enormous hands, and wrap both arms around me. Then he’d give me a scruffy, day-old-beard kiss on the cheek.
It’s easy to tell we’re a family. Those are the exact same hugs I get from my grandpa Kenny, Gerald’s son. It’s so great to see this family trait passed on. I know my father will give the same hug to my sons, and I can’t wait until the day that I finally get to pass on this wonderful family trait to my grandsons.
This post in memory of Garold “Pappy” Swartz, July 6, 1915 – Sept. 25, 2006.
September 30, 2006 at 10:52 pm
John,
So sorry to hear about your loss. These are the things that make us think a whole lot about life. If you need anything, don’t sweat to ask…
Randy
October 1, 2006 at 12:15 pm
oh John, Im sorry to hear about your loss. But your story about him is marvelous. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Love you!
Stacy
October 2, 2006 at 4:41 pm
hey John, I wish I would have read this sooner. I hardly check bulletins, but I am glad I clicked long enough to find this one. I want you to know that this entry is beautiful and heartfelt. I know he is proud of you and ya know what?? you already do give those hugs. (thanks)