Heaven is a much funnier place today.
My grandpa, Edwin Haack, age 93, passed away this morning surrounded by his loving family; one that knows how to love because he showed them how to do it well.
I’m using this space to share three things today: A little bit about who my grandpa was, a couple of my favorite memories and the experience of having him pass through hospice. It might be a little raw, so thank you for your understanding.
Grandpa was born in November of 1919, one five children; three boys and two girls. He grew-up in the Madison area and even attended Madison East High School. On New Year’s Day in 1942 he married my grandma, June, and they’d go on to have ten children. TEN. My daughter Anna’s middle name is June, after my grandmother, actually. Shortly after they were married, grandpa 
was drafted by the United States Army and ended-up serving nearly for four years with extensive time spent in New Guinea and the Philippines during WWII. He was promoted to Staff Sargent status within the 32nd Infantry Division, 127th Regiment. The 32nd Infantry Division, the Red Arrow Division, was credited with many “firsts” and logged a total of 654 days of combat during World War II, more than any other United States Army division. While in Leyte (Philippines), grandpa suffered a serious wound to his right leg and was awarded the Purple Heart (more on this later). When he got back home, he finally met his first child, Bonnie. She was nearly three when he met her for the first time.
