Remembering my Father in-law
First and for-most Dad not only had a love of God but had accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior.
It is said of believers: "their last breath here is followed by their first breath in Heaven." That being the case and seeing as we would always swap jokes whenever we spoke, he'll probably have some real good ones ready to tell by the time I see him again.
In the mean time, I will dearly miss his wit and wisdom. Knowing that he's living in the glow of God's Grace is a healing comfort in the midst of missing him.
I can still hear the sound of his Texas voice.
It has somehow found a home in my Bronx heart.
We are here for you Mom as Dad would have us to be.
Love Peter F. Boyce
Clement Ray Mondy Jr., my grandfather, was a honest, intelligent, and a self-made man. Above all, he was a family man. He had many attributes that I have grown to respect. His business smarts, the honorable way he always conducted his life, and being there for his family, even when they did not know how much he had done for them. Like Footprints in the Sand, if you were one of his, you did not walk alone, at times, he carried you. I was able to be with him during Thanksgiving. I am most thankful of the time I spent with him. I sat beside him and played Big Band Music, on my phone for him. And during this time that he seemed almost unresponsive, he would occasionally tap his foot in time to the music. That sharing with him, gave me comfort, as I hope it had given him. If I were to say I inherited anything from him, it would be, his love of music. I want to thank him for that gift, music like the gospel, soothes the soul. And no matter where life takes me, I will always carry that part of him with me. I love you grandpa, I pray, to see you again someday, that we may enjoy, yet again music in Heaven. I love you. And I love Grandma Peggy and wish her peace.
"By their fruits you shall know them." Clem's fruits are amazing, his earthly garden was filled to overflowing. Married for over a half century. Fathered four children. Served in the US Military during war time in Korea. Holder of six patents, six, that is five more than Abrham Lincoln held. A job creator, as his patents helped to repair and recover heavy pipelines and build the oil transportation system not only in Texas, but world wide. But he experienced sorrows, too, burying two children, one an infant son. Sorrows, sacrifices, and reverence for Christ "I'm not religious but I have strong faith in Jesus" only expanded the great depth of his compassion for the sorrows and tribulations of others. The Greeks still ask one question when they hear the church bells announcing a death in their communities, "Did he have passion?" Clem certainly did, which added so much strength, far reach, and accomplishments to his years. In the Midwest, the Midwesterners have an honoring description that fits Clem, "He was a poor boy made good" which means that he did not have great advantages and preferences growing up; no one pulled string to get him a cush deployement with the Texas Air National Guard during war time, Clem served, and served with distinction. Texas lost a superb native son. In America, people ask when the death bell tolls, "Who is the bell tolling for?" Because of Clem's quiet and indefatigueable goodness, his death is a great loss to us all, and the Ernest Hemingway reply fits: "Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee." We are all diminshed by Clem's exit from here into heaven. After his long stay in the hospital before his death, St. Peter is standing at the Pearly Gates holding the gates open for Clem saying, "Welcome home. Yours was a race well run." Gary Barcus, Esq.
I never was able to meet Grandpa since I only recently married his granddaughter, Amy. After attending his wake and funeral and speaking with many of his family members and friends, however, I feel like I knew him very well. He was hard-working, funny, loyal, honest and a good Christian. The family lost a good man but his spirit will live on through the memories, stories, jokes and wonderful personal inheritances that he passed down to each of his blessed grandchildren. You're in our prayers, Granny Peggy!
Missing you Papa Clem! I love you!