Birth date: Sep 18, 1931 Death date: Sep 15, 2018
It is with great sadness that the family of John Paul Polomsky announces his passing on Saturday, September 15, 2018, at the age of 86 years. Born September 18,1931, in Cleveland, Ohio, he was the son of the late John and Emma (E Read Obituary
It’s not just any other day. Today we say goodbye to my grandfather. I’m so glad we were there to spend your final days together. And when you were feeling weak and we wanted to let you rest you told us to stay because you wanted to spend time with us. I will so miss walking into my moms house and saying “hi Gramps!”. Everyone faces their own hardships and the last few years were tough with your dementia. But you always gave us glimpses of yourself to remind us of the loving father, grandfather, and great grandfather you always were. I will never forget the day I brought Maggie over to meet you and you held her for the first time and called her your honey bunny which some days I find myself calling her too. We love and miss you so much already. I know grandma was at the pearly gates to greet you! I hope you both Rest In Peace together now! XOXO
Yesterday we buried one of the men I have admired and loved my whole life—my Dad. It is hard to put into words what this man means to me. My Dad was not the type of person that needed to be the center of attention or the one who wanted all the credit. Instead, my father was the person you knew who would always be there for you no matter what. He was the rock and foundation of our family. My Dad was the type of person that set a high standard and expected no more from us then he did for himself. I must have heard a million times “if you are going to do something, then give it your all and hold your head high”.
My Dad worked from the time he was 7 years old during the depression years selling eggs and dairy at his father’s stand at the Westside Market in Cleveland. He was a Marine and later became an electrical engineer. There wasn’t much that he could not fix. Family was very important to my Dad and he loved us all in his own way—his legacy will live on through his 5 children, 13 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren.
So Dad, I want to say thank you for all you have done for me and for making me the person that I am today. Until we meet again, I want to close with the words from Taps:
Day is done, Gone the sun,
From the lake, From the hill,
From the sky.
All is well, Safely rest,
God is nigh.
My sincere sympathy to the family, with best wishes for sunnier days ahead.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
I miss you John, my friend.
Maggie Malinowski
Diane, Your Pepsi Family is with you. Our thoughts, prayers, and whatever you need. Hugs, Cindy B.
