This is in memory of Leigh's dad. Theron Oliver Page who passed away June 25 2009. He was the sweetest man I ever met and he treated everyone special. He had a talent with wood and he made everything from furniture to doll houses, doll furniture and toys. I remember when he came to our house in Owego to help us fix it up how he made sure everything was just perfect. He always made it perfect or he didn't do it. He never cared how long it took as long as it was right.
Leigh said when he was a kid his dad would work out in his shop making the kids Christmas presents. They called it Santa workshop and you better not sneak in to see what he was making.
Leigh's kids have tons of toys their grandfather made for them. And when we moved into an RV Leigh gave his kids furniture his dad made.
When I married Leigh he made my daughters dollhouses and a hope chest for me. He always treated me special. I am forever grateful for all his kindness to me and my girls.
When Leigh and I was in Florida the last two winters we went daily to see his dad and we treasure that special time we had with him. Leigh would make him laugh and you could tell he loved it when we came. He would eat the best for Leigh and then second for me. But Leigh got him to exercise his body and his mind and he really perked up when we were there.
He made us laugh sometimes so hard our sides would ache. All the nurses and staff at Avante Nursing home where he was loved him. He was quite the ladies man with the nurses always smiling and waving to them. There was one male Nurse name Kelly and he would always smile and wave to him and Kelly would salute him and make him smile so.
I know he went to heaven because the man was all goodness and kindness. And I am not saying this because he passed. He was just the sweetest nicest person. He is so loved by all his family and all those who knew him. I wish I could be there with family when he is buried tomorrow but Leigh is there with all his family and friends saying their good-byes.
And I am here saying mine. Good-bye Grandpa Page. You will be missed by us all. You made quite the impression on all those who were lucky enough to know you and I for one am so grateful I was one of them. Thank you for blessing my life with your example of how people should treat each other. And thank you for loving me as your sons wife, and treating me like I was your daughter also. Good-bye sweet man. Hope you enjoy being back with Ruth your wife and all your family in heaven waiting for you. God Bless!
A good friend of Leigh and I sent this poem so I am adding it.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP
I AM THE THOUSAND WINDS THAT GENTLY BLOW;
I AM THE DIAMOND GLINT ON THE NEW-FALLEN SNOW;
I AM THE SUNSHINE ON FIELDS OF RIPENED GRAIN;
I AM SEPTEMBER'S SILVER, SLANTING RAIN;
I AM THE SAND-BIRDS ON THE SHORE IN MAY;
I AM THE SEA-GULLS CIRCLING FOR THEIR PREY;
WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING'S HUSH;
I AM THE SWIFT, UPLIFTING RUSH
OF WILD GEESE ON THEIR HOMEWARD FLIGHT;
I AM THE TWINKLING STAR IN THE SKY AT NIGHT;
SO DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY;
I AM NOT THERE, I DID NOT DIE.
THANK YOU MAY, FOR THIS POEM TO REMEMBER HIM.
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