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A Life Well Lived

Last week my grandfather passed away, he was 96. It’s taken me this long just to figure out what could be said. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to live that long…to have lived almost another lifetime more than others. He was the oldest of my grandparents and yet, he outlived them all by at least 16 years. He lived an incredible story.

I had the honor of writing his obituary, or rather taking what he’d already written and amending it.

PoppyWilliam F. Beckmann, 96, passed away Friday, April 8, 2016, at the Veterans’ Home in Oxford, NY. William was born in Brooklyn, NY, December 6, 1919; only child of Frederick and Pauline (Hoegler) Beckmann. He married Mildred McCardell in November 1945, following his service in the Army during WWII. Mildred predeceased William on March 7, 1997.

William served from 1940 to 1946 in both the Pacific and European theaters, where he rose from private to company commander as a first lieutenant after attending Officer Candidate School. He received a Purple Heart, a Bronze Star, Combat Infantryman’s Badge, and a Presidential Citation. He was a life member of the Veterans Of Foreign Wars, Post 270, Walton, NY, where he served as commander for 9 years. He was also a past member of the American Legion.

William resided most of his life in Ridgewood, Queens, NY, where he worked in the wholesale meat industry (George Korns and Sons) as a meat cutter for 40 years, before retiring with his wife to upstate NY in 1987. Endowed with a keen mind, he was known and respected for his broad topical knowledge, inquisitive nature, and love of puzzles, in particular, difficult crossword puzzles. He was an avid golfer, who shot his age many times. William loved animals, particularly dogs, and always had a pocketful of dog treats for his four-legged friends.

William is survived by his three sons and their families.

 

Be Still and Know….

Originally published March 2013 at LifeintheWhiteHouse.com as part of 5 Minute Friday.

Rest….

 Ahh…rest….sweet Friday night. The last day of the week without Matthew home with me. The last day in which it is all me for hours on end, day after day {minus the few hours in the evening that he and the kids are all awake at the same time…or Oma stops in for a visit}.
Tomorrow won’t be much different than today, but there is rest in knowing that I don’t have to go-it-alone another day. Because, isn’t that the hardest thing? Going it alone day after day.
 Be still

But we don’t have to.

We never have to. All we have to do is ask, ask Him who is the provider of all rest, true rest, to do this life with us.

 But, how often we don’t. Ask that is.
It feels like weakness to say we can’t live this life, do this life on our own. That we need someone, something to help us get through not only the days, but some times the minutes even seconds. To provide us with those fresh breaths of rest. Rest not only for our bodies and minds, but for our very souls.
But it isn’t weakness.
We weren’t meant to do this life alone. We were meant to do this life WITH God, with others at our sides. We are meant to take rest, as often as we need it, in Him, in His word. I know for myself, I don’t take the rest that is offered so freely to me. But, oh, how I need it.
“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10