As most of you know my Uncle Quill passed away. My family had spent a lot of time with him over the years since his kids lived in California. Most of you know him as the Man who rebuilt and owns the Red Brick School House on 585 and Benner Rd. He was a quiet man who did not like attention to be on him. He always told us that he was going to live to be 100 and then and only then were we allowed to throw him a BIG Birthday party. Last Tuesday night Sam and I went to visit him at the Nursing Home. His speech was very garbled and hard to understand. But we knew one thing he was saying. “Get me my PANTS”. He wanted to get up and go home! I tried to play dumb at first but that did not help. We never could pull one over on Uncle Quill. I left him that night feeling very helpless and sad at the fact that he was on his death bed and I couldn’t do anything to help him. Well the Lord decided to take him home on Wednesday, October 1st at 3:38 pm. My Sister, Mom, Grandma and many other had been with him that morning when hospice told us that he did not have long to live. Most of then had to leave in the afternoon. So that afternoon I went to see him and sit with Grandma so that she would not have to be there alone. Little did I know … I would watch him take his last breath of life. He was sleeping peacefully when I got there. My grandma went to the front desk to sign a paper. Aunt Beth and I were just talking when he took a deep gasp for air. I went and got grandma and he slowly stopped breathing in a matter of 10 minutes. He was peaceful, his body was peaceful and he was at peace with God. But sometimes you just think that certain people will always be there. The calling hours were on Friday and the funeral was on Saturday. My dad had the funeral services. He did a wonderful job. Everything was just how Uncle Quill would have wanted it. His kids and grandkids came in from California. So on Sunday night we had a cook out at Uncle Dale’s house. We had a fire, lots of food and our cousins playing the guitar. It was very nice just to be together with everyone but yet there was still one person missing that night. One person who’s seat will never be filled. We will miss you Uncle Quill!
10.07.2008
Uncle Quill and the Old School House
As most of you know my Uncle Quill passed away. My family had spent a lot of time with him over the years since his kids lived in California. Most of you know him as the Man who rebuilt and owns the Red Brick School House on 585 and Benner Rd. He was a quiet man who did not like attention to be on him. He always told us that he was going to live to be 100 and then and only then were we allowed to throw him a BIG Birthday party. Last Tuesday night Sam and I went to visit him at the Nursing Home. His speech was very garbled and hard to understand. But we knew one thing he was saying. “Get me my PANTS”. He wanted to get up and go home! I tried to play dumb at first but that did not help. We never could pull one over on Uncle Quill. I left him that night feeling very helpless and sad at the fact that he was on his death bed and I couldn’t do anything to help him. Well the Lord decided to take him home on Wednesday, October 1st at 3:38 pm. My Sister, Mom, Grandma and many other had been with him that morning when hospice told us that he did not have long to live. Most of then had to leave in the afternoon. So that afternoon I went to see him and sit with Grandma so that she would not have to be there alone. Little did I know … I would watch him take his last breath of life. He was sleeping peacefully when I got there. My grandma went to the front desk to sign a paper. Aunt Beth and I were just talking when he took a deep gasp for air. I went and got grandma and he slowly stopped breathing in a matter of 10 minutes. He was peaceful, his body was peaceful and he was at peace with God. But sometimes you just think that certain people will always be there. The calling hours were on Friday and the funeral was on Saturday. My dad had the funeral services. He did a wonderful job. Everything was just how Uncle Quill would have wanted it. His kids and grandkids came in from California. So on Sunday night we had a cook out at Uncle Dale’s house. We had a fire, lots of food and our cousins playing the guitar. It was very nice just to be together with everyone but yet there was still one person missing that night. One person who’s seat will never be filled. We will miss you Uncle Quill!
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Joy,
I am sorry for your loss...sounds like a great man. So thankful he knew Jesus!
[BTW, I LOVE the name Quill. I think you and Sam should consider if this little one if it's a boy!:)]
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