Cold Anniversary: Jennifer Strauss

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Literature creative piece ~ Jennifer Strauss ~ Cold Anniversary

Rob was a man nobody can replace… at least not in my heart. He was a loved father, adored grandfather, cherished son and of course a treasured husband. In our sixty years of marriage, I had never met anyone else who was as giving and loving as he was, especially to our children. Our kids respected him enormously because Rob never feared showing his emotions towards them, or anyone he cared for, for that matter. He was indeed affectionate. With such an open heart, he offered anyone in need any assistance he could give, even if it was any loose change or giving a hand moving, he was always there to lend a hand.

I still remember a conversation I had with him one night many years ago. We were talking about our kids. About how we wanted to see them grow up. He had lots of dreams for them. To see them go through school, through university, meeting someone and having their own children. Rob was a proud father. He was the type of father who would flaunt his kids to his friends and his friends loved our kids too of course. Rob dreamt big. He wanted our kids to grow up wise, God fearing, respectful and successful people. I am proud to say, Rob achieved that. We brought up two wonderful children, Don and Jeannette. These two were far from a disappointment to him, bringing teachers and engineers to the family and of course our darling grandchildren, and even great grandchildren. How lucky are we? I know Rob will flaunt about our children with everyone and anyone he can to in heaven. In fact, I am sure of that.

Rob lived his life the best way he could. He never had enemies nor did he step on anyone. He was well loved and I seeing everyone here right now, having this big a crowd on his funeral only proves that indeed Rob was and is highly esteemed. How could he not be? He was such a kind soul. The type of person you can’t get enough of. Well, at least I think of him that way. I married him, didn’t I? If...
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