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Ep. 135 – Why the Tulip?

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They’re everywhere. Tulips, this time of year. The proof of seasons changing is ever evident. Even
when they’re not sprinkling the landscape. Because the cold air and wintry months keep them hidden
below the dirt. You can find two loops on this podcasts, digital artwork, or the Morris family vans or
the front plates of the Morris family fleet. The hearses limos vans and every other vehicle that we
have dump trucks even flatbeds Yes, or the lapel pins affixed on my team members lapels and
blouses. During COVID on masks, you get the idea. We are a little sweet on tulips. season two episode

A show Trier’s, which pulls back the curtain and takes down these walls brick by brick and
exposes the true hearts of those. We’re caring for those whom we love. Absolutely. With all of our
being
I wonder what it was like in the 20s? Really? I mean, what did the sounds sounds like? The
conversations their tones. How to towns smell fresh or spiked with that soil stagnant water smelling
odor. Did they smell clean, or horses galloping where high pitched cars which were new to this time
were those really high pitched horns honking. Probably a lot of nostalgia here. I know a man. Frank,
born during this time, who grew up in a river town, where barges ran up and down the Ohio and trains
traveled from west to east and then back again. Daily. Nichols went a very long way. Simple times.
The whole idea of not wanting for much was more common than it is today. Appreciation at all. And
1937 Frank watched the floodwaters rise higher than they had ever then and now. A record if you will,
a record flood. The waters rose to the window of his multi level apartment. So high in fact, Frank
watched a boat float up to the apartment window. So his dying mother could be lowered delicately in
the boat just to disappear into the horizon. And that would be the last time he would see her. Frank
was 11 Frank’s father was a conductor on the eastbound train 16 hour days actually. So it was Frank
and his older brother More times than not spending those hard earned nickels for cokes and candy
bars. His family was good. The kind of good that when a locomotive tips over and off the tracks, and
pens a black man blowing hot steam on him. Frank’s father spent the next several hours throwing the
wet mud from a previous rainfall on the man, all to prevent him from burning up. That man lived a
day and age where the ignorance of racism was rampant. It wasn’t in Frank’s family. It wasn’t in their
hearts then. Nor is it now. On D Day, Frank’s best friend jumped out of a plane. He did not survive.
The days of the messenger Enquirer was then the messenger the newspaper in the morning,
announcing the fallen, followed by the Enquirer at night catching up on Telegraph’s of the dead that
followed the morning’s print. His friend would make that paper Frank continued to serve during World
War Two. Ironically, he served on Cemetery detail in Arlington National Cemetery. His job, and the job
of his comrades was to coordinate burials of those killed in action and ultimately carry them out. The
further they marched, the higher the rank. This will make more sense later. After war, he married and
they raised eight Catholic children. One car that’s it to and from his accounting job. All those kids how
did he do it? I am unsure. The kids they walked everywhere daily Mass school school dances. They
didn’t mind. Frank’s best friend Russ to at eight children. Both had five girls and three boys. They’d
carpool to work even Frank and Ross 42 years of doing so. Frank and Russ shared a desk together
bowled together laughed together mark after Mark they made
together known by Frank too many with many I know five in fact, this day who are named after him,
is known as grandad to me. A gentle soft spoken almost whisper of a man brilliant thought out Kalki.
related perfect penmanship. Although he jokes that he failed it twice in college, a father figure to
many holy slow to anger pocket protector wearing always dressed up man. His yards landscape and
Mo lines were just as precise and straight as his neatly pressed dress pants to which he would wear
while mowing. I saw it with my own two eyes, an incredible storyteller. He never told the same story
twice. And if so, new details or stories making up the original one was always interwoven. And 2012. I
went to visit him hoping to get he and grandmother to pre plan with us that Haley McGinnis, as I had
now been there a whopping two years. Well, he had pre plans, he had done them in 1986. After
retiring Of course, he would he is calculated that is Frank. He did this with another funeral home. He
did not intend to switch and kindly shared his assurance of such. I know why granddad was if you
recall, calculated for all he knew a record label would have come knocking on my door and I’d float
into the sunset as that dream was not and is not dead. And I will still grieving. It’s not happening at
this particular time. Granddad knew this. He didn’t intend to take established wishes. Somewhere he
one day would not have any ties to Sunday’s were meant for brunch after church at grandma and
grandad’s him seated at the head of the table where he most certainly belonged and earned that
seat. I would fight to sit to the right of him. Orange juice and a glass for me. With a carton close by in
between us as I’d always quickly need a second pour. Granddad would gently stir just a dollop of
cream and his otherwise black coffee. Always slightly dinging the spoon on the mugs lips. Again, like
clockwork, his eggs would be delivered the same way every weekend salt and pepper. Just a little
over a year before granddad got sick, he called me to his home. By this time, somehow he changed
his decision is decades old arrangements came to me in order to house them safely, slightly altering
a few matters until the time of need. It was my first family member offering confidence in me, not just
our home. But me. I was newly licensed in Kentucky and had more admiration for granddad than I
could even begin to articulate here. My love for him is immense, handsome, beautiful hair, sharply
dressed I want and hope to look like him when I’m older. I want to think like him place my worries at
the door of my home like him. Never did he leave work and then carry the matters in his home to his
wife and children like he did his briefcase. They stayed on the porch of Pawnee place because they
could wait. Then he got sick and time entering the care of hospice. As he slowly deteriorated, making
his final transition more and more evident. We all gathered as a family this day, all cell phone towers
were down for a couple of hours. And granddad died during this time in granddad fashion, slowing the
news to many.
I remember calling kin and Magan both at the funeral home. I wanted them to be there can being
seasoned a truly gentle man. And Megan, my wife who I too knew would tend to granddad as if he is
hers. It was my first being on the other side of the table. looking into the eyes of grandmother who for
six decades was with her Frank each Stay. And what now? is asked to me her grandson, his children, my aunts and uncles along with their spouses, my aunts and uncles who love him equally. We all sat,
arranged for arrangements the following day, allowing for his children to travel, as they are all
successfully dispersed throughout the country, grandchildren as well, even outside of the country.
The logistics alone of travel was a sight. No one would miss his visitation and funeral. No matter what.
I remember, reverently transferring him from the chair he remained in with a sporting event still on
the TV, silenced Megan and Ken and I delicately placed him on the cot reposing him gently. I didn’t do
any of the other things I would have done such as put on gloves. He was so clean in life and in his
beautifully Holy Death. Just as for months until his death, he had developed a level of comfort with
me to the point if maneuvering shifting rolling was needed, Uncle David, his son and myself, he
wanted us our gentle touch, and focus on him was reassuring and comforting. This honor is one I will
never forget, take for granted. To say the least. There was five days of preparation before his
visitation. More than enough time to straighten restraint and just to straighten again his tie, make
certain his cuffs were perfectly pulled out just past his jacket, his hands perfect. His perfect hair.
Perfect. His funeral was beautiful. The visitation was packed, and so was the church. The military
honors were precise. He’s buried right on the road, easy for all to visit. Even grandmother to this day. What does all this have to do with tulips? Everything. For nearly 60 years, Granddad bought and
presented grandmother, his auntie Belle with tulips for their anniversary. During a time when tulips
aren’t even easy to come by a 60 year tradition. It’s not just a pretty flower. The story of the tulip
tulip commonly means perfect love or eternal love. It represents elegance and grace. And of course
they are prominently displayed during Easter when seasons change from winter to spring. granddad
was and is my mentor, my hero and his memory is eternal. His love of the tulip has been passed on to
our team, our mission and our logo. Morris family has forever recognized this flower as its brand as it
represents such grace we celebrate. We celebrate so many beautiful stories and people and for those
who believe our faith tells us that at death, the soul enters eternal rest. Grandad Frank is a man of
integrity of genuine strength. His mark is evident in the name of the man who frequents our funeral
home being named after him. His grandson Frank, my cousin, his great grandson, my son, Franklin
Anderson. The scholarship in his name and memory at Brusha.
Remember this, we leave a mark on this life good or bad. We are remembered for something. Choose
good. And when the curtain falls and life ends, choose the goodness of the tulip until we meet again.
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