In death, we tend to remember people differently. We remember them better than they were, and forget the bad things. I think that’s typical. You read an obituary and it’s “fluffed” to include the best information; to dig for the best of someone, and shine the light on that. This? This is not one of those times.
My grandfather, John, was an honorable man. He was, undoubtedly, the most honorable man I have ever met and ever can imagine meeting. He was a true, shining example of grace. He was stern, but loving, and he was a true servant for God. He makes me proud that my maiden name is Gorman. He and my grandmother married June 7, 1948. Together, they raised seven children – two boys and five girls, all who grew to be successful and loving parents themselves; one of them my father.
He called me Krissy, a term of endearment that always got me to giggle, because I haven’t gone by Krissy since I was five years old. He had a stunning voice, and in the earlier years, sang at weddings, but lately, sang Ave Maria at numerous funerals of friends. He was a pillar of the community, loved by so very many, and will be missed by countless people whose lives he touched. The world is less one man of the utmost honor and integrity, with unfailing patience and a true love for God.
John Joseph Gorman passed away this morning, leaving behind his bride of 64 years and their seven children. Please pray for her, as she faces the hardest time of her life, and their children, as they face a seemingly unbearable void.
Here is an audio clip of Grandpa John, singing Ave Maria: