Friday, June 25, 2010

They're All Gone...

Frederick H. Boettner, June 19, 1919 - November 5, 1998
Mary Joan King, July 27, 1930 - September 22, 2003
Dorothy Mae Boettner, October 26, 1925 - October 6, 2007
William H. King, October 28, 1926 - March 26, 2009

Those are my grandparents in order of the day that they died.

It's a little depressing for me, but the other day at work I thought of something that reminded me of my Grampa Boettner and that led me to think about my other grandparents.

Good memories, each and every last one of them, but then it hit me all of a sudden and I said out loud (to myself), "They're all gone..."

Obviously, it made me pretty sad and it seemed so surreal I can't explain it.

I had always had my grandparents and I loved them so much, it was just shocking that my brain had just realized they were all dead now.  I was a pall bearer for each of them (among many others, my family likes to drop like flies from time to time).

It was hard to have that all hit me at once.  I mean I knew they were all passed on, but I had never really thought about it as a whole like that before.

So for anyone out there that has lost a grandparent and they were a big part of your life and you miss them like I miss mine, I'll say a prayer for them because I know I would want one said for mine.

Never forget them.


  1. Will sorry to hear that and I will def say a prayer for you and your never forgotten grandparents.

  2. I say a prayer to them every day. Just in case they are listening. I was blessed with great parents and you with them as grandparents. Memories are all we have of them, so I try to think back at some of the things that I enjoyed with them.

    You're a good grandson Will King. Proud to have you as a nephew.

  3. All of my grandparents passed on by the time I was in 8th grade. I never got the chance to meet my fathers father. It's been twenty years, but I remember them clearly. My brother and I spent every Friday night at their house and I can still remember my grandpa waking us up at 7 a.m. for fritters and eggs (and the smell of kielbasa cooking) I miss them all a lot. Thank you for this story.

  4. Mine are all gone, too, and it's hit me like that before. Once while I was driving and "Holes in the Floor of Heaven" came on the radio. Normally, I would have changed the channel but it just hit me like a ton of bricks!