Aaron asked Dennis to go with him to saw some wood, so those left took turns with daycare. Heidi had lunch plans with co-workers. James and Holly left for her Thanksgiving with westside Indianapolis relatives. Kristen ran errands, so that left Aaron and me with late afternoon childcare duties. All of the kids are playing well and naps were ordered, so it wasn't a huge task. Joe and Heidi had dinner plans with friends from Indy and I needed to complete an insulin pump pack for a friend's 9 year old niece. That project proceeded nicely and I got it to her before she left BSU early. It had just started to spit freezing rain as I pulled up. The heater in the Quilted Cottage was keeping up and it was most pleasant to work out there this early afternoon.
Aaron stirred up some nice Chinese food for the kiddos as Kelly was stuck in traffic. We got them all around the table though Lizzie was the only one eating with any gusto. Kelly arrived towards the end of the meal and when we analyzed how to best clean up Lizzie, a bath in the kitchen sink seemed best. I brought games over but the USA puzzle proved to be the highlight of the evening.
At about 5:30pm my mom called to say that her father was probably not going to last long. She had been at the nursing home all day and had just run home for a change of clothes and was on her way back. She said that she was ok, for now, and not to come. She had called her brother and she would keep us informed. We were not going to cancel Thanksgiving, she had all the preparations underway.
She wanted prayer that his passing would not be painfully extended as the morphine they had just started to administer was not giving him relief. This news was emotional for me, in that Grandpa Pyle had always expressed a desire to reach 100 years. When he was forced to use a walker at 95 he said, "It's ok because I'll get 5 years worth of use out of it, so it will pay for itself!" He would be 98 in February and that was so close that it makes his missed goal all that more poignant. Mom called again at 8:05 and Ernie had indeed made it to the nursing home just before Grandpa breathed his last. She didn't describe the passing as peaceful but mercifully fast. By telling each of my children, one-at-a-time, it made the event a bit harder on me, but was glad that we were all here. I don't know the funeral or memorial plans as Grandpa left his body to science with the intent that they study it for clues to longevity. I'm sure to find out more tomorrow.
Albert Pyle
Sunday, 28 November 2010 00:00
KENDALLVILLE — Albert L. Pyle, 97, died Thursday, Nov. 25, 2010 at Lutheran Life Villages
Nursing Home in Kendallville.
He was a 20-year resident of Noble County, and then retired to Florida.
Mr. Pyle was born in Bourbon, Ind., on Feb. 19, 1913 to Albert W. and Nora Gay Pyle. He
married Dorothy Johnson of Etna Green, Ind., on June 25, 1931. She preceded him in death in
November of 1995.
He worked as a land surveyor for the Soil Conservation Service and Indiana Michigan Light
Company. In his retirement in Florida, filled his days with Pretty Punch fiber crafts and collecting shells
on the beach. Al was the "Spiceman" at a local flea market for many years where he had a spice
booth, but really he enjoyed seeing the people. He returned to Noble County in the mid 2000's to be nearer
to family. He and his dog Ginger enjoyed living in The Lamplighter until a broken hip ended his independence
two years ago. Ginger was a robust protector of Albert and she died shortly after his hospitalization.
on the beach. Al was the "Spiceman" at a local flea market for many years where he had a spice
booth, but really he enjoyed seeing the people. He returned to Noble County in the mid 2000's to be nearer
to family. He and his dog Ginger enjoyed living in The Lamplighter until a broken hip ended his independence
two years ago. Ginger was a robust protector of Albert and she died shortly after his hospitalization.
Surviving are: Nancy (Jack) Cole of Albion, and Ernest (Sue) Pyle of
Churubusco; a sister, Roma Smith of Silver Lake, Ind.; 18 grandchildren; 44 great
grandchildren; and 10 great-great grandchildren.
Preceding him in death, in addition to his wife, were two sons, Allen Pyle and Ron Pyle, and a
daughter, Jo Ann French.
He unselfishly donated his entire body to science, therefore his memorial will be in the hearts
of those who knew and loved him. He truly was a good man.
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