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MAY ALL THEIR HOPES BE TRUE.
Today was my Great Grandfathers rememberance,
We spread his ashes into the ocean outside of Dana Point,
And covered his quiet gray body in three dozen flowers,
I never realized until today how much I did know him,
I'd like to say a few words
Ken Krogle was an honorable man without a bone in his body, a man who was always true to his word. He never gave up to please and never in his life yelled at his family. He fought for his country, but mainly for his family and lived an all around incredible life that I wish I could have seen more of. Seeing all of the sullen faces surrounding the crimson red box of his remains any person could see how much of an impact he made on everyones life. Ken I saw the smile on great grandma Mary's face when my great uncle sang the song Ken's son wrote for him. I know Grandpa Jim would have sang that song himself if he thought the words would escape his lungs, I know the feeling, I truely do. I saw the tears run down his face over his smile as he thought of the place his father went, the beautiful bliss. Sometimes I wish I had that faith, it would make it so much easier to smile if I knew he was in a better place, but I honestly just cannot accept that faith, it seems so empty to me. Regrets and memories were shared today, such a beautiful thing to learn of a person I barely knew. I only met this man twenty, or thirty times in my life before he passed, and I wish I would have known him in his prime, when he used to take my mom and her sister out fishing, or share such happy memories. Now I'm sure you are all wondering, then how did you know him, you said you knew him so well? I knew him through others, he touched so many people and you could just feel him radiating off of them, his personality was infectious and his smile was heartwarming.
I told myself I wouldn't cry.
I told myself I wouldn't wheep.
I told myself later that I lied.
Rest in Peace Great Grandfather Ken, may all their hopes be true.
xo,
Broken Lights + Heroin Injections