Saturday, May 4, 2019

Saddest Day this Year. My Pop Pop's Funeral


 

 
Celebrating the life of
Thomas G. Blaine
March 15, 1938 to April 29, 2018
 
Parthemore Funeral Home |New Cumberland, Pennsylvania | May 4, 2018 | 2 p.m
 
 
 
The Service
 
Welcome                                                                             Larry Mackey
Hymn  -  “Shall We Gather at the River?”                     Led by Blaine Chapman
Prayer                                                                                    Guy Sharp
Reading of the Obituary                                                    Steve Mabius
Hymn  - “It Is Well With My Soul”                                  Led by Blaine Chapman
Message and Tribute                                                         Isaiah Krauss
Closing Prayer                                                                      Grant Deitch
 
Pallbearers:  Jimmey Blaine, Randy Otstot, Jim Oakley, Andy Wolf, Christopher Werner, Jeff Harclerode, Blaine Chapman, Brayden Hawbecker
Special thanks to the Lower Allen Military Honor Guard and Bugler for their services at the graveside
 
 
 
Psalm 23
A psalm of David
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. 
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Evan though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

 
Thomas G. (Tom) Blaine, of Camp Hill, passed away on Sunday, April 29, 2018, at UPMC Pinnacle West Shore. Son of the late Vivian (Boles) and Clarence "Pete" Blaine, he was born on March 15, 1938, in Harrisburg.
     Tom was self-employed for most of his life; he was a real estate entrepreneur and continued working until about a week ago. He was an Air Force Veteran, and a retired state constable, both on the East and West Shores. He was a former member of the board at the East Shore YMCA, as well as a faithful, lifelong member. Tom was a member of the West Fairview American Legion, Post 984, Enola, and a supporter of various charitable causes in the area.
      In his early years, Tom excelled at defensive varsity football at Enola High School in Enola, PA.  He was a passionate and talented athlete, his favorite sports being football and handball.  He loved Penn State football, country music, and taking his family to the beach every year.
     Surviving is his wife, Jeanne R. Blaine; three children, Curtis L. Blaine (Debbra), Dawn Chapman (Mike), and Natalie Acri; grandchildren, Jessica, Barbara, Sarah, Katie, Eden, Brooke and Blaine; great-grandchildren, Aubree, Brayden, Sierra, Emma, Ava and Gabriel; and eight siblings, Nancy, Mildred, Jimmey, Glenn, Deborah, Diane, Gayelynn, and Alex. Aside from his parents, Tom was preceded in death by a sister, Linda, and his stepmother, Louree Stouffer Blaine.

 
Shall We Gather at the River?
 
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide for ever
Flowing by the throne of God?
 
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God.
 
Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver,
With the melody of peace.
 
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God.

 
 
 
 
 
This was the final back page of my Grandfather's Funeral brochure.  It seems sad that  the event is over, he is in the ground, buried, and life seems to want to go on with him not here on this earth.  It is almost too much to bear.  I pray God will help me.
 
 
 
Loving Memories
 
Your gentle face and unique smile
With sadness we recall
You had an honest word for each-
And died beloved by all.
 
The voice is mute and stilled the heart,
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one as dear as you.
 
You are not forgotten, Pop Pop,
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
 
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your all-knowing face,
No one can fill your vacant place.



 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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