10 November 2005 - Thursday
Jimmy Rogers
I have been avoiding personal updates lately, but I think I should post this one.
My maternal grandfather died two weeks ago. Because of my responsibilities here, I decided that I was unable to attend the funeral -- a conclusion I regretted but tried not to think about too much.
My mom sent me a link I would like to post here. Granddaddy's death made the local section of the San Angelo Standard-Times: "Parks director dies: Rogers, water lily visionary passed away Friday." (You can get a username and password at BugMeNot.)
The 34-year parks superintendent, whose drive and vision led to the creation of the International Water Lily Collection and the expansion of the Concho River park system from 19th to Bell streets, died Friday after a decade-long battle with Alzheimer's disease. He was 83.San Angelo may appreciate his water lilies, but I think Granddaddy would rather be remembered for his long service as a Baptist pastor. For my part, I mainly remember his taking me out into his backyard to scatter birdseed; entire flocks of birds knew exactly where to find food when he called.''He was the best parks director San Angelo ever had,'' said Kenneth Landon, curator of the internationally renowned Civic League Park water-lily collection, one of the last projects Rogers spearheaded before he retired in 1989.
I will miss him. To adapt Solzhenitsyn slightly:
We had all lived side by side with him and had never understood that he was the righteous one without whom, as the proverb says, no village can stand.| Posted by Wilson at 16:03 Central | TrackBackNor any city.
Nor our whole land.
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I wish I could have met him. He must have been an incredible man.
The thoughts of Paigels on 13 November 2005 - 0:40 CentralIn many ways, he seems a lot like my granddaddy. I remember sitting next to PaPa, listening to his WWII stories. I miss him, even though it's been two years--not often, but sometimes, I just really miss his gentle voice and age-spotted arms, his baseball cap and his blue windbreaker. I miss him playing his guitar and singing those old hymns...In the Garden, Amazing Grace, Footsteps of Jesus.
The memories don't ever go away, and it's always comforting to look back and remember the good moments. Alzheimer's is hard because it slowly takes them away from you, but even near the end, you can always see it in their eyes. Somewhere, deep behind all the confusion, the same dear person is looking out at you, and you know that they never stopped loving you.
I'm still praying for you...I know your workload in crazy-hard. Hang in there.
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