My dad Lee was a WWII Veteran having served in the US Navy as an aviation mechanic aboard a Five Star ship; the Carrier USS Bataan where he saw heavy action in the Pacific Asiatic theatre. He received an Honorable discharge at the end of the war.- Lee never forgot his experiences during his service to our country during WWII, nor did he forget the friends he lost in battle. He remained a fervent patriot all his life. A Military service was performed at his funeral.
Lee was born to Klemens & Frances (Paranka Wakula) Stempowicz at 93 Frank Street in New Haven, Ct. He was predeceased by his only sibling, a sister named Mary who died at birth.
Dad grew up during the Great Depression, and upon graduating high school, he went off to war serving in the U.S. Navy. His pre-war plans were put on hold like so many others of his generation. Dad made it through the war and married my mother, Doris Lillian Jacquelin,
When my dad passed away, he left behind my mother Doris, his only child and daughter Jean (me), and 2 grandchildren; granddaughter Jaime and grandson Jared.
My dad resided in Hamden, Connecticut for many years until his retirement from US Repeating Arms, manufacturer of Winchester's in New Haven,Connecticut, then moved to South Carolina with my mother.
His death was due to lung cancer.
I miss him every single day, and always will.
4/3/23
I never forgot the last words my father spoke to me the day before he unexpectedly passed-away 24 years ago today, on Easter Eve, April 3rd. Only the day before my dad died I had been visiting him and my mother as I had so many times before. The day was growing late, and I was about to leave to drive home from my visit with him and my mom when my Dad called out my name, stopping me as I was about to pass through the door. When I turned back around, he hesitated speaking at first. He instead was taking a moment, gathering his thought as he intently gazed straight into my eyes. My Dad only did this one other time, so I knew he had something profound on his mind.
His first words were that he felt so very sorry for me and for my children, and how he "wouldn't live to see it", but that I, and most assuredly my children would. He said such monumental changes were coming within our country and the world; changes where I would struggle to recognize it anymore. He said he hoped to God I didn't see that day, but again said how very sorry he was for us. - I was stunned by his words - speechless actually - He told me I would at least live to see the beginnings of the changes. That is all he said to me and those were his last words to me. Today - as I remember his words to me 24 years ago - I can't help but think I am seeing the beginnings of what he was sorrowfully lamenting. My father was not a religeous man, nor was he a church attender, but he was a very deep believer in God and had great faith. He prayed, head bowed every day of his life privately. - Dad, I miss you. We will meet again. I am now older myself and am also sorrowful of the changes my children will see. Till we meet again, I love you, Dad
"He who is remembered in heart, lives on"
Lee was born to Klemens & Frances (Paranka Wakula) Stempowicz at 93 Frank Street in New Haven, Ct. He was predeceased by his only sibling, a sister named Mary who died at birth.
Dad grew up during the Great Depression, and upon graduating high school, he went off to war serving in the U.S. Navy. His pre-war plans were put on hold like so many others of his generation. Dad made it through the war and married my mother, Doris Lillian Jacquelin,
When my dad passed away, he left behind my mother Doris, his only child and daughter Jean (me), and 2 grandchildren; granddaughter Jaime and grandson Jared.
My dad resided in Hamden, Connecticut for many years until his retirement from US Repeating Arms, manufacturer of Winchester's in New Haven,Connecticut, then moved to South Carolina with my mother.
His death was due to lung cancer.
I miss him every single day, and always will.
4/3/23
I never forgot the last words my father spoke to me the day before he unexpectedly passed-away 24 years ago today, on Easter Eve, April 3rd. Only the day before my dad died I had been visiting him and my mother as I had so many times before. The day was growing late, and I was about to leave to drive home from my visit with him and my mom when my Dad called out my name, stopping me as I was about to pass through the door. When I turned back around, he hesitated speaking at first. He instead was taking a moment, gathering his thought as he intently gazed straight into my eyes. My Dad only did this one other time, so I knew he had something profound on his mind.
His first words were that he felt so very sorry for me and for my children, and how he "wouldn't live to see it", but that I, and most assuredly my children would. He said such monumental changes were coming within our country and the world; changes where I would struggle to recognize it anymore. He said he hoped to God I didn't see that day, but again said how very sorry he was for us. - I was stunned by his words - speechless actually - He told me I would at least live to see the beginnings of the changes. That is all he said to me and those were his last words to me. Today - as I remember his words to me 24 years ago - I can't help but think I am seeing the beginnings of what he was sorrowfully lamenting. My father was not a religeous man, nor was he a church attender, but he was a very deep believer in God and had great faith. He prayed, head bowed every day of his life privately. - Dad, I miss you. We will meet again. I am now older myself and am also sorrowful of the changes my children will see. Till we meet again, I love you, Dad
"He who is remembered in heart, lives on"
My dad Lee was a WWII Veteran having served in the US Navy as an aviation mechanic aboard a Five Star ship; the Carrier USS Bataan where he saw heavy action in the Pacific Asiatic theatre. He received an Honorable discharge at the end of the war.- Lee never forgot his experiences during his service to our country during WWII, nor did he forget the friends he lost in battle. He remained a fervent patriot all his life. A Military service was performed at his funeral.
Lee was born to Klemens & Frances (Paranka Wakula) Stempowicz at 93 Frank Street in New Haven, Ct. He was predeceased by his only sibling, a sister named Mary who died at birth.
Dad grew up during the Great Depression, and upon graduating high school, he went off to war serving in the U.S. Navy. His pre-war plans were put on hold like so many others of his generation. Dad made it through the war and married my mother, Doris Lillian Jacquelin,
When my dad passed away, he left behind my mother Doris, his only child and daughter Jean (me), and 2 grandchildren; granddaughter Jaime and grandson Jared.
My dad resided in Hamden, Connecticut for many years until his retirement from US Repeating Arms, manufacturer of Winchester's in New Haven,Connecticut, then moved to South Carolina with my mother.
His death was due to lung cancer.
I miss him every single day, and always will.
4/3/23
I never forgot the last words my father spoke to me the day before he unexpectedly passed-away 24 years ago today, on Easter Eve, April 3rd. Only the day before my dad died I had been visiting him and my mother as I had so many times before. The day was growing late, and I was about to leave to drive home from my visit with him and my mom when my Dad called out my name, stopping me as I was about to pass through the door. When I turned back around, he hesitated speaking at first. He instead was taking a moment, gathering his thought as he intently gazed straight into my eyes. My Dad only did this one other time, so I knew he had something profound on his mind.
His first words were that he felt so very sorry for me and for my children, and how he "wouldn't live to see it", but that I, and most assuredly my children would. He said such monumental changes were coming within our country and the world; changes where I would struggle to recognize it anymore. He said he hoped to God I didn't see that day, but again said how very sorry he was for us. - I was stunned by his words - speechless actually - He told me I would at least live to see the beginnings of the changes. That is all he said to me and those were his last words to me. Today - as I remember his words to me 24 years ago - I can't help but think I am seeing the beginnings of what he was sorrowfully lamenting. My father was not a religeous man, nor was he a church attender, but he was a very deep believer in God and had great faith. He prayed, head bowed every day of his life privately. - Dad, I miss you. We will meet again. I am now older myself and am also sorrowful of the changes my children will see. Till we meet again, I love you, Dad
"He who is remembered in heart, lives on"
Lee was born to Klemens & Frances (Paranka Wakula) Stempowicz at 93 Frank Street in New Haven, Ct. He was predeceased by his only sibling, a sister named Mary who died at birth.
Dad grew up during the Great Depression, and upon graduating high school, he went off to war serving in the U.S. Navy. His pre-war plans were put on hold like so many others of his generation. Dad made it through the war and married my mother, Doris Lillian Jacquelin,
When my dad passed away, he left behind my mother Doris, his only child and daughter Jean (me), and 2 grandchildren; granddaughter Jaime and grandson Jared.
My dad resided in Hamden, Connecticut for many years until his retirement from US Repeating Arms, manufacturer of Winchester's in New Haven,Connecticut, then moved to South Carolina with my mother.
His death was due to lung cancer.
I miss him every single day, and always will.
4/3/23
I never forgot the last words my father spoke to me the day before he unexpectedly passed-away 24 years ago today, on Easter Eve, April 3rd. Only the day before my dad died I had been visiting him and my mother as I had so many times before. The day was growing late, and I was about to leave to drive home from my visit with him and my mom when my Dad called out my name, stopping me as I was about to pass through the door. When I turned back around, he hesitated speaking at first. He instead was taking a moment, gathering his thought as he intently gazed straight into my eyes. My Dad only did this one other time, so I knew he had something profound on his mind.
His first words were that he felt so very sorry for me and for my children, and how he "wouldn't live to see it", but that I, and most assuredly my children would. He said such monumental changes were coming within our country and the world; changes where I would struggle to recognize it anymore. He said he hoped to God I didn't see that day, but again said how very sorry he was for us. - I was stunned by his words - speechless actually - He told me I would at least live to see the beginnings of the changes. That is all he said to me and those were his last words to me. Today - as I remember his words to me 24 years ago - I can't help but think I am seeing the beginnings of what he was sorrowfully lamenting. My father was not a religeous man, nor was he a church attender, but he was a very deep believer in God and had great faith. He prayed, head bowed every day of his life privately. - Dad, I miss you. We will meet again. I am now older myself and am also sorrowful of the changes my children will see. Till we meet again, I love you, Dad
"He who is remembered in heart, lives on"
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