My grandmother taught me a lot about money, life and my ancestral history. Although her sons (aka my father and uncle) were her beneficiaries on her life insurance policy, I still benefitted from it and will forever be grateful. I just wish I could have had more time to learn more from her. 😢♥
Por siempre en mi 🤍🫂
“Dad” was the best! He was a local police officer for 33 1/3 years. That is what it said on his retirement certificate! I was always amazed once I started working in the insurance industry 36 1/3 years ago how much he knew about life insurance and what it meant to be protected. He bought life insurance for the entire family when the “kids” were young. His job was to protect the people in town, and he certainly knew how to love and protect his family for the future as well.
My Dad never believed in having life insurance. He was an immigrant and focused on working hard and providing in the present moment. He sure did live life fully! At 50 years old he bought life insurance (which was pretty expensive at 50), and felt good about protecting my Mom and the mortgage that they still had after living in the same home for over 30 years. One day, 2 years later, he went to the doctor who saw something funny on his kidney. Before you knew it, he was being referred to an oncologist and the rest of the story ends just how you’d think. HOWEVER… As our family was grieving the loss of our ROCK, there weren’t any financial worries that we’d face in the future because of his $500,000 death benefit. Life insurance saved my family!
We lost our mom in 2001 to a flash flood and we miss her every day. She was known for her hats. I wish my kids could have met her.
This is my mother Shirley. “The Life of the Party.” The dance hasn’t been the same since she left this life…but I’m glad God shared her with me. ♥️ #RIPmom
Carmen Martinez Guerinoni
Mi abuela mas conocida como la Nonna. Me hace mucha falta. Mi nonnita siempre fue una persona muy cariñosa y consentidora con sus nietos. La extraño mucho. Siempre sabía de mis aventuras, y era cómplice de mis agallas. Cuando mis padres no me daban permiso de salir o dejarme comer dulces ella a escondidas nos daba de todo. Nos contaba chistes, chismes y le encantaba bailar. Cuando me quedaba a dormir con ella en las mañanas prendíamos su radio y ella empezaba a bailar. Desayunábamos muy rico. Había pan con jamón, queso, yogurt líquido de fresa. Jugos de frutas naturales. Era lo mejor! Me acuerdo de que te quejabas de caminar ya cuando estabas mas anciana. No te gustaba que te llamaran abuela y siempre querías salir a la calle. Te gustaba pasear por el parque, ir a misa y a la playa también. Extraño las horas de siesta que nos tomabamos o ver television en tu cuarto. Siempre encontrábamos dulces en tus closets y odriabas que te cojieramos tus maquillajes y tus joyas para jugar. El amor de una abuela es tan diferente al que de una madre pero igual de importante y especial. Gracias por haber existido en mi vida. Por respeto a ti no pondré ninguna foto.
In memory of my beloved grandmother Nelida Correa.
This love story was cut far, far too short. Taken in Norfolk, while my Paps was serving in the Navy- they were a young couple in love! They had my Papa, and my Uncle Steve later on. My Grandmama Fay would tragically lose her life in a car accident less than 5 years after this was taken. Paps would go on to live a long life, and have 2 more kids with his second wife of more than 60 years.
It’s hard to imagine that I’m older than she was when she passed. It’s bittersweet we never got to meet on this side, but oh how happy I’ll be when she’s waiting with open arms on the other side!
Man of infinite patience. Always had time to for a lap sit. Let me play “Beauty Parlor” with his hair 🙂 Taught me how to drive a tractor and pump water at the well … best summers ever. Miss you grandpa.
I lost my Uncle Mike almost 20 years ago. He was a HUGE Philadelphia Eagles fan, loved a backyard cookout with friends, and appreciated a cold beer. So much so that he taught me how to properly pour a beer from a keg at quite a young age!
My Papa embodied everything I love about the South. Slow weekend mornings, boiled peanuts, a red pickup truck on a dirt road, fish frys, college football and cow farms. I got to spend a lot of time with him growing up, and I’m forever grateful for that.
My grandparents just loved to laugh. Visiting them meant endless stories—from their past—ending in belly laughs. Even though they lived through hard times, they always found a silver lining in everything. My favorite memories were on their front porch listening to them reminiscing. It’s been several years since their passing, but I clearly remember the sound of their laughter.
I deeply miss my Aunt Beth. She had this incredible gift of lighting up a room and bringing laughter to everyone around her. The memories of our precious hangouts at the pool, the fun trips to the Thirsty Turtle, and that special adventure to the Build-a-Bear store in KC remain close to my heart. Thoughts of you, Aunt Beth, fill our minds often, and your memory will always live on in our hearts.
My grandmother, Billie Faye, was a force. In her near 70 years of life, she was known for her quick wit, her dazzling smile, and her love of family. She made the best homemade chicken salad and kept her nails painted the most vibrant shade of red— to match her fiery personality, I’m sure. The memories my family and I have of her are priceless, and she’s missed dearly!
One time at the dinner table, my Grandpa shared a small story about how he loved to throw baked potatoes in a fire when he was a kid, that they’d dig out after the fire extinguished. They called them “mickies.” Now every time my family gathers around a fire, someone always brings up “mickies.” It’s a small thing, but something that we all remember and smile about.
My beloved grandmother passed away in November 2022. I feel incredibly grateful for the precious moments I spent with her during my time in college. She held the cherished role of a house mom at one of the sorority houses up there, which allowed us to connect regularly. We would eagerly hang out every week, sharing meals together, and occasionally having fun trips to the Casino. One of the fondest memories I have of my grandma is the special tradition she started called “Camp Grandma.” It brought all five of her grandkids together, providing us with a delightful opportunity to explore Iowa’s beauty and enjoy unforgettable moments in the countryside.