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Lyle Eugene Brandstetter 1920-2010

Posted by faiththemutt on July 1, 2010

Lyle Eugene Brandstetter: August 13th 1920-June 28th 2010

On Monday, June 28th, my father received a call from his sister that his father (my Grandfather) had passed away.  My Grandpa Lyle has been in failing health for at least the last year and particularly so in the last few weeks.  We knew that it was likely that he would not be with us much longer, but as any granddaughter will likely tell you, it was not easy hearing he was gone.

My Grandpa Lyle wasn’t a man of many words, but when he did speak it was often to say something to spark laughter in his family.  I cannot count the number of times he has caught one or all of us completely unexpectedly with a quip or joke that seemingly came from nowhere.  Whether joking with my Grandma that she shouldn’t complain about having large bosoms as “Plenty of girls pay for those and you got yours for free!” to playfully accusing my father of “licking his spoon” while he was feeding him pudding to trying to encourage me into being an accomplice in nabbing a snack while my Grandma wasn’t looking.  His smile, raspy laugh and twinkling eyes will be sorely missed at family gatherings.

Over 6′ feet tall even into his golden years and rail thin, my Grandpa was imposing only in size, not in attitude.  I never heard him raise his voice unless it was to remind whoever was making lunch that he would like applesauce or peaches and despite depending on her for much of his care, he clearly adored my Grandmother; who doted upon him with more love than I’ve ever seen another human being provide.  Although weakened by a failing heart and a constant battle with Diabetes, my Grandpa never failed to show his love to his family (even when it seemed sickness had taken away his loving personality) we all know he loved (and still loves us) and I’m sure it will take a long time to get used to his physical absence, we will feel him in our hearts forever.

Even though Grandpa Lyle lived 89 long years and raised a large (Ever growing) family, for me, it’ll never be enough.  When my mother’s father, my Grandpa Babe, passed away when I was very young, Grandpa Lyle was there to provide the Grandfatherly love every grandchild needs and to encourage me in everything I did.  I’ve never thought myself very talented but to my Grandpa, I was.  I’ve played the violin for almost 14 years and in that time, Grandpa Lyle became one of my biggest fans.  Not long before he passed, according to my Grandma, he had told her I could play the violin so it sang to a person.  He firmly believed (though none of my violin teachers do) I could make the violin my business and that maybe I’d be famous with my “little music machine”.  I have not done much with it recently, but I now have the feeling I will try to keep playing it for years to come to make him proud of me.  I regret not playing for him more often as I always felt unwarranted stage fright, playing in front of my family, but I hope that despite my cowardly reaction, he was still able to listen to me play enough through the CDs my Dad made sure he had to listen to.

My Grandpa was going to be turning 90 in August a little over a month from now and although his health was poor, he was looking forward to it.  He had been joking he was “sneezing on 90” and I’m sure were he still here, he would have received the biggest birthday bash we could have thrown for him.  And maybe even if he can’t have one with us here, he can have one even bigger with those of the Brandstetter clan who have already moved on.  I hope he can even invite my Grandma Barb and Grandpa Babe while he’s there.

For now, I must remain strong for my Grandma Mary who has lost her other half and part of her soul.  I have never seen two people more in love than they and it tears me apart to see her so alone.  I know that she is surrounded by her family who love her dearly, but that family was started and tended with a man who is no longer here with her and I know only from observation that it’s breaking her heart.  I hope in time she is able to rest without fear of bad dreams and to be able to cry tears of joy rather than pain.

I am saddened by the loss my family will feel for a great while and even more saddened (selfishly so) that he will not be able to attend my wedding in May 2012 (I can only hope he will be there in spirit) but I am grateful I had the opportunity to let him know that I will be married and taken care of.  At least I know now that he is taken care of and no longer has to suffer through the ordeals of being human.  If ever there were a man more deserving of becoming an angel, it’s my Grandpa Lyle.  He was one here, might as well be one in a far more spectacular place.

Grandpa Lyle might not have been famous or rich or the discoverer of any cure but he has a legacy to us nonetheless.  Well known in his hometown, he raised 5 children had ten grandchildren, twelve great-grandchildren and there will be many more to come.  That legacy was good enough for him and I hope we can make him proud.


I love you Grandpa and I miss you so much already.  I could use one of your big hugs right now, I hope you’ll save one for me until I see you again.  Your family is a little lost without you right now but I’m sure you’ll find a way to set us right again.

Have a snack, on me :0*

Until then,

Jaine

The Legend of the Dragonfly

“In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the lily stems to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what had happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.
The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation which we call death is no proof that they cease to exist.”

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