August 15, 1937 - December 6, 2006
This is done with love, for my father Ludwig, who lost his battle to cancer on December 6, 2006 the day the world lost one of it's most precious souls.Ludwig was born on August 15/1937 in Lithuania. He leaves behind a wife, son, daughter, daughter-in-law, grandson, 3 brothers, 2 sisters and many niece's and nephews and friends. He was a man filled with love, who was always there to give a helping hand. He touched many lives, and will always be remembered with loving thoughts. Losing a parent has been very difficult for my brother and I, we couldn't of picked a better father if we tried. My mom having to now deal with, life without him. How she loved him and cared for him. While he was in the hospital, she was incredible. I believe in life, there are 2 people who love you like nobody else will and that would be your parents. I was "Daddy's Little Girl" and not having him around anymore has really left a huge hole in my heart. I think of him constantly and miss him dearly.How he loved his entire family, his grandson made his life even more joyous. In my eyes, nobody will ever come close to filling my fathers shoes. I will always remember how he loved to talk about politics and had no problem sharing his views with you, how everything had to be put in it's place, how the squirrels in the backyard drove him crazy because they ruined his garden, but he never, ever harmed them.
How he made the inside and the outside of the house, look it's best. You could almost swear every blade of grass in the lawn was perfect. He wouldn't allow anyone else to mow the lawn when he was well enough to do it himself, as we never did it his way!!!He chose to spend many hours tending to the flowers and the garden, early mornings would find him outside already watering.How he always worried about people, even when he sick himself.How he taught me the importance of being kind to others, and to respect my elders by giving up my seat for them. He instilled in my head the dangers of drugs at an early age, the influence bad company would bring, his love for animals. How he would pretend our cats were a big pain in the butt, but I could hear him talking to them sweetly when he thought nobody could hear him. The love for his sisters who he called daily, his brothers and their card/chess games was so evident. He loved to collect golfballs, and even though he didn't play, golfballs consume the basement!!! Ever so precisely he made a place for all the golfballs. Shelves upon shelves, lined up with them. His workshop, and the basement so organized, representing my father's character so well.
How he could be found sitting in the TV room watching Lonestar for hours on end!!! How he would bring my mother coffee every morning before she went to work, have her lunch made and put her boots on the vent to make them warm, meet her at the door when she returned from work.Being daddy's little girl, meant no matter how old I got, he made sure I had all the winter essentials in my car, questioned if I was keeping up with my oil changes, always being told to be careful when out late, wanting to know and cared if I liked my job, not allowing me to do things because he thought I might get hurt!!! He loved to shovel the snow, and refused to get a snow blower. Lachute was my fathers paradise, how he loved to go there and spend his time. As a teenager I never understood the "magic" of Lachute, it was only as I got older I finally started to see what my father did in Lachute. I will remember him fondly with many memories.
There are too many "favourites" to pick just one, however I will never forget when I was visiting him at the hospital once and we were sitting in the waiting room on the 4th floor, he asked me to get some change from his room so he could buy the little boy that was there with his mother, some candy. That warmed my heart in many ways, because even during his lowest points, his love for children was evident. A day wouldn't go by, where he wouldn't ask me how my day at school or work was or tell me to have a good day as I was walking out the door. He cared about what I thought and what I did.He talked about his grandson continually, how he thought he was perfect and so smart. He called him Angel because he couldn't pronounce Ethan, it came out like Eaton.If I am so lucky to end up with a husband who treats me even half as well as he treated and loved my mother, I will be very lucky. The love he had for her was noticeable and envied.I am so proud and very lucky that he was my father.
A very special THANK-YOU to family and friends for their support throughout this. Thank you to those who visited him while he was in the hospital, John and Maureen never failed to visit the hospital several times a week, they provided us (especially my father) much support and comfort.I can never thank them enough for how they would comfort my dad on his really rough days. Diana and Denis who would stop by on a regular basis and help with whatever they could. Aunt Rose, Uncle Eric, Stephanie, Alex, Linda, Paul, Roger, Sue, Zach, Jacob,Uncle George, Aunt Clara, Aunt Emma, Raymond, Clara, Serge, Sean,Barbel, Gerd, Erica, who drove from Montreal to see him and provide him that extra comfort. Orson, Kayla, Stephen for visiting him at the house. Aunt Elma for helping us so much and spending many hours by his side. Ted and Uncle Wally for coming from Vancouver and spending time with him.Sharon-Lee and Marlene for making him laugh. Your kindness, support, love will always be remembered by us. Thank you for caring about him and being there for him. He loved you guys very much.
