|Birth: ||Jun. 10, 1950|
|Death: ||Jul. 11, 2011|
A Eulogy to my Twin
On June 10, 1950 you were born but not alone
That would come later –
Tumble, jumble and mumble, you and your twin
Crawling and chasing and seeing who could catch whom
Standing tall and then assisting your twin to find a way to stand
You two were a team and inseparable. Older brothers, Art, Roger, Frank, Richard and yes older sisters, Clara, Donna and Vickie would charm and play with you and your twin, but at the end of the day it was the two of you who went to bed to face the night and when those pesky night monsters would come to your room, you would be holding each others hands and hiding under the covers, a ritual that worked to rid those monsters every time.
When It was time to go outside to play, it also was time to take those shoes off and run and beat the other one.
When Daddy Andersen came home you would run and greet him.
With pride and joy he held you and your twin on his lap. Anyone who observed could tell that he felt like a very blessed man.
You began to speak and point to things and let the world know what you wanted. Your twin struggled with the English language so he made his own language up! Those around couldn't understand but he didn't have to worry because you were there to interpret for him. When he'd speak everyone but you wondered "what in the h--- did he just say"? And with a smile on your face you would say my brother needs or wants this. He was thankful that you could help him out.
When you were a month shy of being three the issues of trust and love with those so close became lost and they were replaced with fear and rejection .
There came a day when Daddy Andersen didn't come home. Where he went was far, far, away. Mommy was there for you -- thank God for that.
One day Mommy Andersen took both of you for a ride to the country.
She wasn't happy because there were tears in her eyes. With wonderment the thought came: why is mommy crying she doesn't look hurt.
Went to a farm, in Carbonville where two strangers lived. A big house with big rooms. You and your twin found a place to play. Having fun and being adventurous but as it came time to go a very scary thing happened. Mommy was sneaking out the door. Up you jumped, along with your twin. Its' time to go and off you both went. Reached the door but it was shut. A strange woman was standing there.
Both of you being very upset, but you led the way – your twin was screaming and jumping and jumping to open the door but you were able to understand that it was not going to open.
Time healed the loss of Daddy and Mommy Andersen . Mommy Andersen became known as your City Mother. She would come and visit throughout the years and be welcomed and when she went to leave, it wasn't a problem. A wave; a goodbye and off she went and off you both went to play and have good ole' time.
The one thing that hadn't changed since birth was the companionship of you and your twin. There were the busy days of running up and down the gravel road, with shoes off, of course. There were the times of catching grasshoppers, getting night crawlers for the fishing trips and going on vacations. There were the summer parades on the gravel road with your good friends Ruby and Rudy. During all of these times though, you had your brother and he had you.
Along came some more brothers and a sister: John, Larry and Cathy. This allowed you to be a big brother to them and have the enjoyment of a big family.
You had your cousins: Pete, Vickie, Sammy and Eddie, who were a big part of your life also.
Junior High School (Helper Rams) started out with you and your twin being close but by the time high school came along, your paths began to lead in different directions. There were times when you could see each other from your separate paths but there were more times when each of you were obscured from the other. I am at a loss for words as to what happened to those twins who were so close, but I do believe that the love and respect for each other never went away.
On July 12, 2011, I lost a part of me but I will never lose the memory of someone who meant so much to me.
I am proud that I have a son who carries your name and just to let you know – He's proud to have that name.
When he asks about you, I get the opportunity to share with him all the great times we had together i.e. troop 276; the Tournament of Roses Parade; playing trucks when we were young, or sitting in the cherry tree and making faces while we would eat those sour cherries, and of course ,milking the cows in subzero weather.
We came into this world together Paul and you were taken from us way too soon. A part of me was lost this past Tuesday and I will only reclaim it when I meet up with you again in that celestial kingdom of God.
Love --- Patrick
George William Andersen (1895 - 1953)
Mary Clara Ryland Andersen McEwan (1908 - 1972)
Clara Ryland Andersen Shaw (1933 - 2006)*
Martin Andersen (1934 - 1935)*
Paul Dana Andersen (1950 - 2011)
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.
Created by: Mila Andersen
Record added: Feb 11, 2012
Find A Grave Memorial# 84848776