With a heavy heart I am letting you all know that Roger Titus passed away on October 25th. He was 56 years young but lived life to the fullest and enjoyed his life so much! He had an aneurism and it was operated on about the 21st I think. He was making some progress but took a turn for the worst on Friday night. I'm not going in to too much more detail because I'm not sure of the details and the sequence.
Big hugs and prayers for you girls....Jessica, Lexie and Katie. And your kids and your families. And of course for Gayle and Mark and all of us!
I'm so glad Roger came to the reunion this summer and we were all able to see him. That is a good memory to keep.
His service will be in Lakefield at the Methodist Church at 10:30 AM on Thursday the 29th.
Please feel free to post your thoughts here about Roger.
This is the only picture I got of Roger I got at the reunion.
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Today is very hard for me. Not as hard as being with Dad in the hospital, but my heart feels very heavy and it doesn't feel like it will ever go away, I know in time it will get better. The rushing, planning and appointments are done and I know that's why. The night before Dad's surgery Dad and I had communion together (given to me by my grandpa Knutson), said a healing prayer, asked for forgiveness of sins, and with both of our heads bowed, hands folded, and eyes shut we said the Lord's prayer together. I am so grateful to have been given that time with him.I am also so grateful that my Uncle Mark Titus was with us when Dad started getting real bad. I feel that Lexie, Katie, Ryan(kate's husband), Denise , Mark and I shared a bond as we went through this heartbreaking experience together at the hospital. Marks eulogy was very touching and I couldn't have asked for a better person to have given it. One week ago at almost exactly this time was when Dad started getting real bad, that's when I believe he had the strokes on both sides of his brain and suffered the heart attack. I just wanted to share something, also thank you for all the kindness to us and the love you all had for my Dad. He truely had a his own way... but always the biggest heart and the most giving person. Love, Jessica
There are things I want to say about Dad and this feels like the best way to share them...I was always the one who "took care" of Dad or at least I felt that was what I needed to do. Even when we all moved back with Dad (I was 17, Lexie was 14 and Kate was 12) I assumed that role. I would always fuss over Dad, cleaning his house, painting his walls, buying new curtains and Dad would have to leave because he couldn't stand the commotion but when he would come back he loved it. In fact the night before his surgery I finished putting up the rest of the border in his kitchen that I had started earlier. Lexie was always Lexie Looey (he always called her that). Dad would always say she was the one who never caused him any problems (Kate and I may have contributed to his white hair?). Lexie is the most like Dad in her personality, more passive laid back no drama not materialistic and a love for more simple almost chlid like things. Of course Kate was always his baby...she definately picked up his sense of humor and quick one liners. I know Kate and Dad shared a special bond...Dad had wanted a son and well Kate was it. Kate would call Dad when ever the Vikings made a touchdown and do the horn and hang up. It was there thing. Denise was his calm and rock during the storm. He found love and security and comfort in her. He was her everyday and was to be her future. I can't explain how much I love Denise for the unconditional love and devotion she gave my dad. She loved him just the way he was and never left his side through the good and the bad.I think we all know Dad was a BIG mama's boy. every sunday at 8:00 he waited for that phone call from grandma and would say "hi mommy!". I'm just sharing thoughts as they come...it does seem to help to put them in words. Jessica
The day my dad passed away was the hardest day I ever lived. There are so many great memories I have of my dad that seem to flood my mind now after his passing. As a child my dad would always wait for me at GTE so that he could hug me and give me 35 cents for a double dip cherry-nut cone. EVERYDAY! Him and I would walk to work (I to school) just the two of us everyday at 7:15 AM. We would cut through the legendary cemetary and talk about little things like how he beat me in P.I.G the night before. I am proud to have my dad as my dad, I possess a lot of great qualities from him. He made me who I am today. I hope one day I can instill the love of life and family into my own children as my father did with me. When things went wrong even in my later years I always called my dad. It saddens me to know that I will never hear his voice again, or mirror his face to mine, but I do have the memories, and those I will cherish to the rest of my days. My dad is in the palm of the father right now and has been greeted with passed loved ones, this I do not doubt. My father was a believer and is awaiting our return to paradise so he can hold us once again. My father's passing was a shock to all of us, I do feel that I need to reiderate that his passing was soley based on strokes his brain suffered and a heart-attack his heart could not handle. My father's body was simply not strong enough to weather all these storms in a short amount of time. He fought, I saw it in his eyes and the way he tried to answer the doctors questions. He wanted to stay, but God called him home and somehow I have to accept that and find away to move forward, without my dad. I may never know why God wanted to take my dad so young and I am angrey, but with all sorrow I need to find peace and live life as this is what dad would have wanted. I Love my Dad and always will! Love, Kate
After the third or fourth attempt, Mary is helping me. I think I'm now registered so will add my thoughts later.
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