Thursday, July 16, 2009

And then a day when family historian is not fun..

In searching for each document and clue, we all know there is the thrill of the chase, that "Yes!" moment and that "Ahhh!" moment that we hear so much about. But usually those are for generations gone names on our family tree.

I forget sometimes that family history is the today and the now. Sometimes I remember like when my daughter and I are doing cemetery work and we use the voice recorder. Some day, generations away, our next generations will hear our voices and think we were insane or laugh at how silly would could be.

This week family history has not been fun but it has two stories for the future generations to get an up close and personal view simply by what I write here. Someday a grand child, or great grandchild can read this blog entry and know what their Grandfather, Grandmother, Great Grandfather or Great Grandmother, and so on, went though this year on July 13, 2009.

Kevin Vincent Lighthouse
b. February 8, 1960, Rochester, Monroe County, New York.
d. July 13, 2009, Norwich CT.
Son of: Ken Franke and June Baker

This is the father of my daughter. This was a man that I loved very much and who over time became my dearest friend while we were married. We were married for 10 years. We has so much in common and in the course of our marriage we had become mini homesteaders. Kevin was a man that worked three jobs at a time and always had people asking him to work for him. He never ran out of opportunities just because he was honest and had a good work ethic. He was an avid gardener and loved to do woodwork. He enjoyed milling around antique shops and big barns full of "stuff".. he could spend an hour picking through a jar of bits and pieces that I would categorize as trash. He took the role of father to my 9 year old son who struggled with his own loneliness of an absentee father. Kevin taught my son that "Dad" is a good word. Kevin was involved with boy scouts with him and had been as a child. My son has become a fantastic father to his two children.

Kevin played Rugby and the team teased him calling him Peter Purebread because he was a decent guy. That was how I met him. The first week he was rather inebriated and I thought him silly, the next week he collected me up at the game and we were together from that point onward. We had a wonderful wedding. We were very active with friends and family and a couple years after we were married our daughter was born.

Two years ago Kevin was diagnosed with cancer. He fought hard but he had already had it quite a while before it was found. He was just 49 and it seems such a waste of a good person. There is so much more I could say about him and perhaps I will someday. It is all still sinking in that he is gone and even as his ex-wife it is a hard pill to swallow. We never hated each other, we had a rough year or two but our daughter was always the focal point which kept our perspective. Sure, we could have tried harder, perhaps we could have done things differently but things ended up as they did. I have missed our life on occasion and was happy he found his own happiness and remarried.

I was lucky enough to spend time with him before he died. Of the four days I was in Connecticut, the first two he was awake and alert. Sitting by his bed talking to him about our daughter he would pick up a blueberry from his bowl and eat it then offer me the bowl to take one. I said no thank you but he kept the bowl there looking at me until I took one and ate it. Three times he did this! The third time I said no thank you, he stared me down and I finally said "okay! okay..." I Plucked one and ate it with a look at him, he grinned then and I laughed but wanted to cry. I am very lucky to have so many good memories of him. In fact when I think of him and those blueberries I chuckle then I cry.

Kevin and Mackenzie Lighthouse (May 1993)

And this brings me to our daughter. For the last week I have watched an 18 year old girl say goodbye and stay by her fathers side until the very end. In the four days I was there, she was strong, dedicated, vulnerable and simply amazing. She took his care seriously. She had moments when she was scared yet stayed with him. She took shifts at night so he would not be alone. Shortly before he died he told her he loved her. She was offered an out when it was seen he was slipping away. She chose to stay with him until he passed. The morning of the day he died I could see in her eyes she was starting to unravel.. from somewhere she found the strength to continue her vigil. I was strong at her age but not that strong. I traveled to Germany at the age of 17 with a six month old child but I could not take a person to their end like she did. I marvel at what I have seen in her this past week. I hold a new respect for her and a pride so deep. I tell everyone, "She was amazing." And she was.

9 comments:

geneabloggers said...

Besides offering you and Kevin's family my condolences I want to thank you for the honesty of your post - you are stronger than you think by taking the time to write down your thoughts and feelings above Kevin's passing.

Thomas MacEntee
GeneaBloggers

CMPointer said...

I am so very sorry for your loss. I know first hand it's not easy. In fact, I have a few of my own "difficult to share" stories to tell. Thank you for the courage to share yours.

Caroline Pointer
Family Stories

reh ncw said...

Thank you for sharing.....Your children sound like amazing people. I am glad they had you and their "Dad".

Sheri said...

Sharon,
I am do there with you. Last May, my ex-husband, father of my 3 sons passed away. He was only 52 years old, fwll asleep on the sofa and never woke up. I watched my 3 boys become 3 grown men in the space of a week. I am remarried, my ex never did remarry. I was asked by his family not to attend the services. I feel so mixed up still.

GrannyPam said...

Thank you for sharing your story, and for being a wonderful loving mother to your children. I am sad about your loss, and theirs.

Kay said...

I'm so sorry for your family's loss. I imagine that writing the post was somewhat healing and as time goes by the post will become even more of a treasure for the tribute it gives to Kevin and your daughter.

Luckie said...

You are right, we genealogists forget to that we are living history.

Thank you for your transparency & gift of record. This will bless & comfort all your generations to come.

Peace to you & Family.

Luckie.
www.OurGeorgiaRoots.com

Amanda said...

I am so sorry for your loss. I am also quite impressed by your daughter, as my mother is the same age as Kevin and I can't imagine having that type of strength.

This and That said...

Thank you all for such wonderful comments! What a pleasant surprise. I feel like I spend so much time reading blogs to keep up and not taking the time to comment. I must mend my ways!