William Bryan Langston

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William Bryan Langston

Birth
Batesville, Independence County, Arkansas, USA
Death
1 Aug 1982 (aged 81)
Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, USA
Burial
Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana, USA Add to Map
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DEAR GRANDPA, OH, HOW I MISS YOU.
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, I NEVER FELT VERY MANY PEOPLE CARED ABOUT ME...YOU WERE THE ONLY PERSON I COULD BE SURE OF THEIR LOVE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO TELL ME...I COULD SEE IT IN YOUR EYES... THAT BIG SMILE ON YOUR FACE WHEN I WALKED INTO THE ROOM.
I REMEMBER HOW YOU LET ME HELP OUT IN YOUR WORKSHOP WHEN YOU WERE BUILDING THINGS. I ALWAYS KNEW I COULD DO PRETTY MUCH OF ANYTHING I WANTED WHEN YOU WERE AROUND.
I LOVED IT WHEN YOU HELD MY HAND WHEN WE CROSSED THE STREET TO GET ICE CREAM... I HAVE OFTEN WONDERED HOW MANY TRIPS WE MADE TO THAT LITTLE ROOTBEER STAND.
IT WAS ALWAYS SO FUN TAKING YOU TO WORK AT BRIDGEPORT BRASS WITH GRANDMA. I ALWAYS MADE YOU A PICTURE OR WROTE YOU A NOTE TO PUT IN YOUR LUNCHBOX. WHEN I GREW UP, I DID THE SAME FOR MY DAUGHTER AND NOW FOR MY GRANDDAUGHTERS...EVERY NOTE I TUCK INTO THEIR LUNCH...I THINK OF HOW THAT ALL STARTED WITH YOU! I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!
I REMEMBER THE SUMMER YOU AND GRANDMA TOOK CARE OF JEN FOR ME. I HAD NEVER LEFT HER WITH ANYONE BEFORE... I HAD TO WORK AND GO TO SCHOOL SO THE TWO OF YOU OFFERED TO CARE FOR HER. SHE WAS ONLY 3 YEARS OLD AND WHEN I DROPPED HER OFF SHE DIDN'T CRY BUT I COULD TELL SHE WASN'T SO SURE ABOUT STAYING. SHE KEPT ASKING WHAT THE CLOCK WAS GONNA SAY WHEN I WOULD RETURN.
WHEN I GOT OFF THE BUS AND STARTED WALKING TO YOUR HOUSE THAT EVENING...THERE YOU WERE, CROSSING THE STREET, HOLDING HER LITTLE HAND, GOING TO THE ROOTBEER STAND! I STOOD THERE WITH HAPPY TEARS FLOODING MY EYES...I KNEW WHAT A GREAT TIME MY LITTLE GIRL WAS HAVING!
WHEN WE GOT INTO THE HOUSE...JEN WAS TALKING SO FAST TELLING ME OF ALL THE THINGS THE TWO OF YOU HAD DONE...SHE THEN ASK IF SHE COULD SPEND THE NIGHT!
GRANDPA...YOU FILL MY HEART WITH LOVE... I MISS YOU SO MUCH!
SUZEE (CINDY)
DEAR GRANDPA, OH, HOW I MISS YOU.
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, I NEVER FELT VERY MANY PEOPLE CARED ABOUT ME...YOU WERE THE ONLY PERSON I COULD BE SURE OF THEIR LOVE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO TELL ME...I COULD SEE IT IN YOUR EYES... THAT BIG SMILE ON YOUR FACE WHEN I WALKED INTO THE ROOM.
I REMEMBER HOW YOU LET ME HELP OUT IN YOUR WORKSHOP WHEN YOU WERE BUILDING THINGS. I ALWAYS KNEW I COULD DO PRETTY MUCH OF ANYTHING I WANTED WHEN YOU WERE AROUND.
I LOVED IT WHEN YOU HELD MY HAND WHEN WE CROSSED THE STREET TO GET ICE CREAM... I HAVE OFTEN WONDERED HOW MANY TRIPS WE MADE TO THAT LITTLE ROOTBEER STAND.
IT WAS ALWAYS SO FUN TAKING YOU TO WORK AT BRIDGEPORT BRASS WITH GRANDMA. I ALWAYS MADE YOU A PICTURE OR WROTE YOU A NOTE TO PUT IN YOUR LUNCHBOX. WHEN I GREW UP, I DID THE SAME FOR MY DAUGHTER AND NOW FOR MY GRANDDAUGHTERS...EVERY NOTE I TUCK INTO THEIR LUNCH...I THINK OF HOW THAT ALL STARTED WITH YOU! I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!
I REMEMBER THE SUMMER YOU AND GRANDMA TOOK CARE OF JEN FOR ME. I HAD NEVER LEFT HER WITH ANYONE BEFORE... I HAD TO WORK AND GO TO SCHOOL SO THE TWO OF YOU OFFERED TO CARE FOR HER. SHE WAS ONLY 3 YEARS OLD AND WHEN I DROPPED HER OFF SHE DIDN'T CRY BUT I COULD TELL SHE WASN'T SO SURE ABOUT STAYING. SHE KEPT ASKING WHAT THE CLOCK WAS GONNA SAY WHEN I WOULD RETURN.
WHEN I GOT OFF THE BUS AND STARTED WALKING TO YOUR HOUSE THAT EVENING...THERE YOU WERE, CROSSING THE STREET, HOLDING HER LITTLE HAND, GOING TO THE ROOTBEER STAND! I STOOD THERE WITH HAPPY TEARS FLOODING MY EYES...I KNEW WHAT A GREAT TIME MY LITTLE GIRL WAS HAVING!
WHEN WE GOT INTO THE HOUSE...JEN WAS TALKING SO FAST TELLING ME OF ALL THE THINGS THE TWO OF YOU HAD DONE...SHE THEN ASK IF SHE COULD SPEND THE NIGHT!
GRANDPA...YOU FILL MY HEART WITH LOVE... I MISS YOU SO MUCH!
SUZEE (CINDY)

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Thank you Tori for sponsoring Grandpa's grave. He was your Great Great Grandpa. He would have been sooo proud of you...just like I am! ********Thank you so very much Tom Williams for the photos of my grandparents graves...I love you my dear friend.