Everytime I would visit gramps he would tell me an amazing, at times unbelievable and oh so detailed story from his life. If you let it it would suck you into his life and those are just things I wish I had more of. Now I'm just left wondering what I missed out on knowing.

This blessing is for his grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you:
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
 

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

at the little jokes, we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect.

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same that it ever was.

There is absolute unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.

For an interval.

Somewhere. Very near.

Just around the corner.

All is well.

La muerte deja un dolor en el corazón que nadie puede curar, el amor deja recuerdos que nadie puede robar.

Me acuerdo la primera vez q conocí a Don Jorge, habíamos ido a una fiesta con Carol, y era muy tarde para regresar a casa y me quede a dormir en la sala. Durante la noche, empeze a toser y Don Jorge bajo asustado porque no sabia que alguien estaba abajo, me pregunto quien era, me regalo un vaso con agua, y después que me pregunto si estaba bien, me dijo que si me volvia a dar un ataque, que me muera afuera, que el no queria problemas jajaja. Me decia que algun dia vendría a New York a trabajar conmigo

Es un buen tipo mi viejo
que anda solo y esperando,
tiene la tristeza larga
de tanto venir andando.
Yo lo miro desde lejos,
pero somos tan distintos;
es que creció con el siglo
con tranvía y vino tinto.
Viejo mi querido viejo
ahora ya camina lerdo;
como perdonando el viento
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo
Yo, soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.

El tiene los ojos buenos
y una figura pesada;
la edad se le vino encima
sin carnaval ni comparsa.
Yo tengo los años nuevos
y el hombre los años viejos;
el dolor lo lleva adentro
y tiene historia sin tiempo.
Viejo mi querido viejo,
ahora ya camina lerdo
como perdonando al viento;
yo soy tu sangre mi viejo.
yo, soy tu silencio y tu tiempo.

OBITUARY

Jorge Giles

25 April, 1934 – 7 March, 2021

Joshua Mortuary & Joshua Memorial Park

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