Dr. Henry R. Mahler, Jr., died peacefully today in the loving company of his wife, two sons, one daughter, two daughters-in-law, one granddaughter-in-law, three fellow ministers and his grandson… me.Кирпичные столбы для забора
This was the day of ultimate peace for him on a calendar that spanned ninety-five extraordinary years, and for that I am both happy and proud. At the moment, though… and especially as I select photographs and write this entry… it’s truly the saddest day of my life.
My thoughts are still scattered, I’m exhausted and, quite honestly, I keep stopping to cry as I edit photos and write this entry. I don’t have the clarity or energy right now to write anything extensive or especially eloquent. It will take time for all the memories that are percolating in my mind to sort themselves and come out in any meaningful way.
The same family – to a person – that was gathered around him today when he died.
My grandfather was an author and a poet and, had he grown up in a digital world, he would have taken to blogging like a fish in water. He vaguely understood the concept from conversations we had and never ceased to amuse me by calling it “the blodge”. I always knew what he meant. 🙂 He did, however, pitch his typewriter and buy his first word processor in his 80’s. He was the most prolific reader I’ve ever known and, when his eyesight became too poor for the constant reading that kept his mind so active, he became a voracious audiobook listener. He listened to them on an iPod Nano… at the age of 95.
I could never list all of the wonderful things he brought to my life or the countless ways he has influenced who I have become as I’ve grown up.
I love him and I will miss him dearly.