The family matter I had to attend to was flying to Albuquerque to see off my grandfather, William Woodrow D. Sr. (my step-dad’s dad) to the next phase. Grandpa was born on April 3, 1923 and died on June 3, 2006. Grandpa was a World War II veteran and a retired USAF NCO and I’m very happy and honored to have followed in his footsteps.
His funeral was presided over by my Uncle Bill, Jr.—a Methodist pastor and Dad’s younger and only brother—and the burial was in the military tradition. At first my uncle kept with the solemnity of the occasion, then he broke out in the tradition of black preachers everywhere—loud, happy and in praise of the Lord--and celebrated the life of his father in the tradition in which the gentleman had lived: “Don’t be lookin’ all sad, because Daddy was a guy who lived large and well.” (A paraphrase.) At that, Uncle tinkled his glass of ice water in manner in which Grandpa would tinkle his glass of gin and Seven-Up when making a point.
Grandpa was a husband (my grandma preceded him in death), the father of seven (two preceding him in death), the grandfather of nine and the great-grandfather of nine.
In the spirit of the good life which Grandpa lead, here are some photos of his family.
Remember these guys (Reed, L, and Julian)?
Well here they are now.
They’re thirteen and fourteen, over six feet and still growing. (Check out Julian’s feet!)
This is Julian’s younger brother, Saevonne (twelve on July 12th).
Of all the great-grandchildren, Saevonne (along with his first cousin Jordyn) took his great-grandfather's death the hardest visibly. However, knowing something about being stoic, it's difficult to say that he was the one who felt it the most.
These are two of Reed’s younger siblings (L, R) Ryan (thirteen) and Jordyn (eight).
The two fight all the time and were doing so before I took the photo. I turned around (in their parents’ Ford Excursion) and asked them to act like they loved each other. This was the best they could do.
And this is Jadyn (2), the youngest sibling of Jordyn, Ryan and Reed.
Jadyn is happy as long as someone is holding her. The cuteness factor allows holding often. :-) She was a little leery of me at first (it was the first time we had met), but the first time I held my arms out, she was up in them immediately. It's the auntie factor, I guess.
All of the boys play basketball and football; at least one plays hockey; another is a budding cyclist. Jordyn plays soccer. Do they do well in school? Yes, though each of the boys has had his problems due to lack of application. All of them are very intelligent--a little too smart, if you ask me. They know things that I didn't know when I was in their age group; a sign of the times.
This is my brother-in-law, TSgt Mark G. (NMANG)--father of Reed, etc.--and my Great-Aunt Esther, Grandpa’s sister.
Aunt Esther said that she wanted to have her picture taken with a young man and Mark was happy to oblige. She is as sweet and adorable as she looks.
This is my Aunt Diana (Dad’s sister) and my first cousins Desmond (fifteen, if you can believe it) and Quentin (twenty; Uncle Bill’s sons).
Everyone decided to dress in light colors. Aunt Esther and I were the only women wearing skirts. I would have loved to have worn my uniform for this occasion, but the buttons didn't quite meet on my blue jacket. (I'm working on that.) I still saluted when 'Taps' was played--as did Mark, of course; I couldn't help it.
This is the commander of the Honor Guard—a first lieutenant—overseeing the folding of my grandpa’s flag. That’s my dad standing in the background.
As my grandpa’s eldest, my dad received the folded flag, but, somehow, I didn’t think that it was proper to take a photo of that.
Grandpa and I hadn't been close, but it was always good to know that he was there leading the family. Now that duty falls to Dad and I know that he's up to it. But, I can only imagine a little bit what it's like for Dad (I felt it when my other uncle passed). However, when someone who has lived a long and fruitful life dies, the only reason to be sad is that the living who loved him will miss that person and that's the sole reason that I am sad. Grandpa loved the Lord and his two sons are preachers of the Word.
In this life, a good legacy is all anyone can ask for.
Great family ...Baldilocks
Its weird BUT TRUE funerals can be uplifting and soul nourishing sometimes. I sure hope mine is that way I ,want a bigtime Irish Wake Just leave the catholic and Morman out of it. Praise the Lord!!!
Posted by: skinner | June 19, 2006 at 10:01 PM
I was going to email this link - but this seems a kind of appropriate thread so I'll post it instead.
It may amuse you to note that your real Kenyan father may not be an "indigenous" one even though his forbears have probably been in Kenya since the year .
http://rightspeak.blogspot.com/2006/06/un-some-kenyans-are-more-kenyan.html
(also commented on at my blog FWIW)
Posted by: Francis | June 20, 2006 at 02:31 AM
That was one of the better eulogies that ever existed. They should not be sad.
Posted by: P6 | June 20, 2006 at 02:51 AM
He must have been very proud of the family he created.
My best to you and your family, Juliette.
Posted by: Val Prieto | June 20, 2006 at 05:58 AM
Beautiful family, Juliette. My condolences on your loss, but you've got some wonderful memories.
Posted by: Ken Summers | June 20, 2006 at 07:24 AM
God Bless Baldilocks. It's somehow fitting that his last act on this earth is to bring all of you together again.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley | June 20, 2006 at 07:36 AM
Juliette, what a reunion is coming for you someday! I lost my parent almost 40 years ago, and my memories of them have faded with the years, but one thing I do know, as do you, is that I shall see them again.
Lifting you and your family to the throne of grace and the God of all comfort.
David
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body.
But rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming,
"WOW, Lord! What a ride!"
Posted by: David | June 20, 2006 at 07:44 AM
Well done, good and faithful servant....
Posted by: Brian B | June 20, 2006 at 10:36 AM
My condolences. A very nice eulogy.
Lovely pictures of your family. Such tall young men! And even though I don't have one, I think EVERYONE should have an Aunt Esther. She looks like a pip, and I love her name.
I'm going to be thinking "Aunt Esther" for the rest of the day now.
Posted by: Keith | June 20, 2006 at 10:38 AM
Our condolences from this end, and our joy in knowing that your family could celebrate his life in the fitting and uplifting way he deserved. Bless you and yours.
Posted by: Tully | June 20, 2006 at 11:12 AM
A truly nice eulogy, a lovely tribute, and a beautiful family!
Posted by: Fausta | June 20, 2006 at 11:31 AM
Condolences.
Posted by: Bane | June 20, 2006 at 11:54 AM
As Vincent Van Gogh said, "Not a sad death, sister."
Wonderful eulogy for your family to treasure.
Posted by: Sissy Willis | June 20, 2006 at 01:14 PM
Thanks for sharing a part of your personal family life Juliette.
Posted by: Constantine | June 20, 2006 at 04:36 PM
My goodness J, beautiful family, and glad to hear your grandfather was an AF NCO, as well!
Now, about that service dress of yours..... ;)
Posted by: Iron Mike | June 20, 2006 at 06:11 PM
Condolences on a special man. What a gorgeous family!
You reminded me of a semi-funny, but very tender story that you'll identify with, bot the military and the black funeral reference. I was visiting with volunteers at the Fisher House at Ft. Sam Houston yesterday. They related the reaction of the housekeeper there, who was fairly new, and had lost one of their residents. She was so upset, and was concerned about how she'd handle the funeral.
They all (staff and volunteers) went to the funeral (German American, Mexican American and various white Americans) of the resident who was black. They were concerned and agrieved, so they experienced some discomfiture and a bit of relief to experience a funeral that was the celebration that you described.
All funerals should be so uplifting!
Posted by: DagneyT | June 21, 2006 at 02:38 PM
My own family has a little in common with yours, I think. We're both Air Force kids. My dad Rock was a Major who retired in '81. He died of a prostate cancer relapse in '01, and is now buried in Arlington.
It's funny, isn't it, how something like a funeral tends to bring faimiles back together when they're spread out to hither and yon. We often joke that because we're so scattered, we only really see each other at funerals and weddings (lately, my own and my brother's).
Looks to me like you got a good lively clan there. Please pass on my sentiments to all. Sounds like he and my dad would've gotten along just fine. (P.S. I sent up a note to Rock...he'll see to it that the landing strip's clear. :O) )
Posted by: Brian Knutson | June 23, 2006 at 09:20 AM
"A Great Send Off"
Indeed, Juliette, you have done a great send off with this post. Condolences to all who loved him.
And with such a great family - he left this world as a truly wealthy man.
Posted by: Charles | June 24, 2006 at 09:43 AM