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Ronald Krahm

Ronald Joseph Krahm

Wednesday, January 15th, 1936 - Friday, March 6th, 2020
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    Saturday, March 7th, 2020 | 3:00pm
    When
    Saturday, March 7th, 2020 3:00pm
    Location
    Trinity Baptist Church
    Address
    5021 Silver Lake Dr
    PALATKA, FL 32177
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    Officiant
    Preacher Mike Gulledge
    Co-Celebrant
    Deacon Don Fryer

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AnnMarie Carson

Posted at 11:30pm
Hey Dad,
“Whaddya say, Whaddya know!”
In the Catholic Church, the first Sunday after Easter is known as Divine Mercy Sunday. It is a special day of mercy and complete forgiveness. Today, on this Divine Mercy Sunday 2020, I learned of your passing. I believe in my heart, as you were taught, that you stand in complete forgiveness.
You were raised in such a confused mix of silenced, religious teachings. That must have been very difficult. I only remember your mother (my grandmother), your sisters (my aunts), having a sincere devotion to their chosen faith and the blessed mother. You already know how devoted my mom, her mom, and Nanny were to their faith. It carried them all, and later, me and my sisters, through very tough and joyous times in our lives. Over the years, I remember that even after the Catholic Church closed its doors to you, you stayed with your Christian practice and believed in forgiveness, as well. I am certain that you found peace there.
When my 6 yr old son died, our dear friend, Tim, gave a eulogy entitled, “I remember.” He proceeded to speak of the many memories he had with us, and our sweet Ryan. You commented to me that you were very moved by that. Since you believed it would be best for for us not to attend any services for you, I think I will just leave what I would have spoken, here:
“I remember...”
Baseball - listening to Mets’ games on AM radio in the car on hot summer days, windows open, the Benson & Hedges’ butts and ashes overflowing from ashtrays. I remember you shouting at the players, who never seemed to follow your advice, as they continued striking out. I remember you taking Diane and me to Shea Stadium for the first time. I saw grass so green I thought it couldn’t be real. I remember the Cracker Jacks, hot dogs, “Dog here!”, and ice cream. The Cubs won, 3-2, and you apologized for the bad game. I didn’t know what you meant because I thought the day was magical. I remember being on your shoulders at amusement parks: Palisades Park, McGinnis’, Adventureland, Coney Island, Rockaway Playland, Buddy’s in Brooklyn, The Catskill’s Game Farm, and Lake George. I remember Jones Beach sun burns. I remember backyard barbecues and the house parties that you and mom threw for the neighbors. You sent us to bed, but we would listen to all the music, laughter and talking through our doors at the top of the stairs. I remember you always being covered with the sights and smells of fresh paint, your arm hairs speckled with color, when you came home from work. I remember Pepper, our Dalmatian, Bootsie and Joy (Grandma’s dogs), and how sad you were when they died. I remember the Christmas I got my red tricycle, and Woody Woodpecker puppet. You forgot to close the chimney flue and all of the smoke filled the house. I remember bowling alleys and you bowling with your right hand even though you were left handed, proud to be ambidextrous. I remember fishing trips that made me so sick I never knew why you liked going on them so much. I remember camping trips with “100,000,000” mosquitoes. I remember the plastic covers on grandma’s furniture and you playing Man on the Street with us, tape recording us all with silly accents that made us laugh and break character. I remember “Slowly I turn. Step by step...”, “I said to myself, Self, I said...” and Prank calls, “Hello, is your refrigerator running? Well you better go catch it!”. I remember your ever present plumber’s crack, The Pink Panther, Sloppy Joe’s, stick ball and stoop ball, crumbs in your mustache, biting my nose, your funny walk and laugh. I remember watching the Bowery Boys and the Three Stooges with you. You would imitate them and pretend to trip when you would go up the stairs. I remember the baby chicks we would get from the farmer’s market and chase them around the yard. I remember birthdays and Halloween costumes. I remember you coming to my 8th grade graduation and meeting my best friend, Dolly. We saw you less and less after that. I remember we were with you, Jackie and Barbara at grandma’s house when she was dying of cancer, she was yellow with jaundice. I was telling you all about the start of high school. You told us that aunt Barbara taught chemistry there right out of college. (Many years later I found the 1960 year book in the school library with her faculty photo in it). I remember being kept away from Barbara’s wedding and Grandma’s funeral. Then, I remember not seeing you for many years. And then I did, when you heard you were a grandfather. I remember you coming to see us all and meeting Ryan, then Matthew, then Kathleen. I remember Eileen’s wedding. We all got to dance father-daughter dances with you that night. You loved watching mom and uncle Jimmy dancing the cha-cha, like you all did in the 50’s. I remember visiting you in Florida. I remember you coming to Ryan’s funeral. I remember St. Augustine’s Beach House. I remember you meeting Eileen’s Robbie and Kellie. And then, once again, you didn’t return, when you were still living with what you described as a cowardice shame. During our last phone conversation, all was forgiven, and we said our “I Love You’s.” It’s all that was left, and that is ok. No need to put words to all of the hurt and errors. Life goes on. You said you prayed for me through my turns with cancer, and when I heard the news, I returned those prayers to you during your illness. I prayed for you to be given strength, the courage you told me you needed, and a peaceful passing. I don’t know if any of that happened for you. I am, however, sure you were with those you loved and those who loved you. This long page of memories is all that’s left for me to complete the story of this father and daughter. I’ve grieved for you throughout most of my younger years. Today, I’m simply relieved you are no longer suffering. My sisters and I can now live the truth you struggled with for so much of your life. I was, always have been, and continue to be, HERE.
Love to you from AnnMarie, xoxoxo
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