My Angel in the Sunlight~
Today July 17th, 2012 is my very dear to my heart grand fathers Birthday; Jack Herget goes by Goomba. The sad day he left our world, May 24th, 2006 waved over my mind view as I began to waken from sleep. I opened my eyes up to a warming sunlight shining angel faith onto the skin of my face through my bedroom window. I began to relive the memory of grandpa Goomba.. remembering as if it was yesterday when he was alive and standing strongly in my life. Standing tall, always very cleanly dressed, nice shiny shoes, plaid button down shirt, and nice jeans. I can see his big smile on his face, and bright personality, orchestrating morally good around him in his breath. As I began to bring life to my body the birds outside my window sang me a tune of delightful support. My hands began to dance desire to my journal to write and connect with my Goomba. I closed my eyes and breathed deep blessed gratitude for my lineage and an exhale of love began to flow on paper.
Today I honor my Goomba for all he was on this planet and how his foot prints still cleanses the storms of our present currents. May of 2006 is when he passed away from an unfortunate dark Cancer that had slowly been taking his life over a couple very long sad months of declining light.
I feel inspired to share his beautiful life today. He was a very dedicated well mannered son, an incredible brother and father figure to his siblings & Mother being the working one and juggling going to school full time as well. Being always a role model in working hard as a young boy into his adult years at Sears where he later retired. In addition, Goomba was also a great husband to my Grams, June Herget for over 58 years and sustained happily ever after. He knew how to treat a grand lady and how to be a fair father figure quickly to my Uncle Paul. With in moments of courting my Grams, he whispered wanting to open his valuable life with June with forever and then later conceived my mom, bringing her so gracefully into the world. Giving my mom (Barb) a wonderful life. I know Goomba was always the shoulder she would cry on, the loving hand to hold when she was scared and the emotionally grounding hug to make sure she understands every thing is going to be alright.
Jack Herget had a way with charisma, always had good people around him because he was so nice, so smart, and so so talented. He was known as the best fishermen on Useless Bay. Goomba had a consistent way and unique technique in knowing how to catch the best fish and make the best smoked salmon on Maxwelton Beach. The best crabber on the block as well, catching all for his family, even though he could not eat them due to allergies. An incredibly giving man and loved to make people smile. Even strangers would quickly become friends…his grocery clerk, his coffee barista, his waitress at his favorite mexican restarant would know him well and be positively impacted by him. he always had a way out for meals, in making sure things were payed for before we had picked what we ordered off the menu. He ALWAYS took care of his family well. Time was precious and he had away of always being one or two steps forward. ” So June what are we having for dinner tomorrow?” Jack loved sweets so so much! Even though he was diabetic, he some how would sneak a crispie cream donut, Wendys chocolate shake, or candy form Boems Chocolate Factory in Issaquah. He loved nature! He always lived in such gorgeous areas of Washington in his adult years; Whidbey Island, Twisp Methow Valley, Issaquah Plateau area, and many others when he was in the military. Goomba loved his poodle dog; Max. I have never met any other family that reserved a chair at every meal for their dog. Max was very spoiled, especially by Goomba. They were so connected that as Gramps was slowly declining in his last few months of his life, Max also was declining too. The dog could not live with out his buddy.
He had great values. Grandpa is our family anchor when it came to traditions around holidays and making sure our whole family would be together. Grams & Gramps were passionatly present for every important moment of Jordie (my brother) and I’s lives.
Spending time with my Grandpa & Grams was always a special time for me. My favorite memories with my grand parents was living with them in college. Gramps proudly drove me to Community College when my Volvo was broken down. He waited for me to get to my job at Tully’s Coffee on time so I could make his 8 pump sugar free vanilla latte and always would make sure I knew I was late. I loved late night discussions and honest advice that only he would listen and support in his special way. I always enjoyed sloppy joe dinner with them every Wednesday night, as they would wait on the edge of there seats for me to share my days activities. That time of my life brought them from grandparents to very close cherished friends.
He was a solid role model in my life. Goomba was my only Grandpa and I could not of asked for a more from one person. I could close my eyes right now and recapitulate the rush of being a kid and sitting on my gramps lap in his lounge chair, him tickling me, and making me giggle loudly. I can smell his earthy cologne and touch his soft plaid shirt and look right up his pronounced nostrils and hear him say, “I love you Sommer.”
The moment my grandpa began to decline … I could feel my hopeful spirit and light heart begin to dim. Life without my Goomba was not something I ever desired to face. It was the longest drawn out few months. Grandpa was to and from University Washington Hospital and Nursing Home, back and forth back and forth. Meanwhile my mom was with him and Grams everyday helping them to and from Whidbey Island and mainland…back and forth back and forth. I was in my third year of college juggling a tough load of classes, dancing performance, and heart wrenching fear of that call…everyday. I found focusing on my class content those few months was very challenging. A time where I had everything, life was good, and I was following my college dreams La la la and then I got a call from mom, “Your Grandpa is dying and you have to come to the Hospital now.” This is the same moment my pretty world collapsed and felt no longer controllable. I slowly said good bye.
When my Goomba did pass away and his spirit left us into the heavons of our bright blue sky, This is the same moment my body was zapped with his spirit of love, support, and believing that I can fly. Goomba is my first angel and I began to really live again and feel the familiar pulse of myself more and more. Dance became my saving grace through the aggressive sea of grieving. I began to really listen to my heart beat and the burning question…What I wanted to do deeper to serve others in this world??…this question is coming from my Goomba angel lending a helping hand to see my grand potential here on this Earth, helping me see how precious this one life is. I soon was asked on behalf the faculty of my University to Direct a camp for adults with disabilities. The fear became a beacon to inspire me to my ultimate conquest of life challenges that inspire me from deep with in. His angel wings began to show up in a star in the sky when I lived in Eugene, Oregon, where I lived for three months on my dream internship for my degree. I would talk to this star at night and he would sparkle when responding to my daily inspiring stories. This is the point in my life where I felt in touch with my spirituality. I want to acknoledge my incredible Grandfather Jack Herget for that. I want to express from the center of my heart Happy Birthday Grandpa and that I continue to love you & appreciate you everyday of my life. Blessings to you up there sparkling in the cosmos and right here with us on Earth~
I wish for you today to light a candle for your grandpa, great grandpa, a layer of your lineage that is a very part of who you are today.
Love and Light,