Tribute to Papa – written by Paulette Murphy
William G Masten was truly one of a kind. He was a loving
and devoted husband. Married for what seemed like a lifetime in which he
dedicated all of himself to his beautiful wife and family. He was one of the
most caring fathers you could ever meet. Raising his children with everything
he had and giving off a little piece of himself to each and everyone one of
them. When you look into the hearts of his four children, you honestly can see
him in all of them.
He devoted his life to his wife, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. When his children had all grown older and had children of their own his job still continued. He poured out more of himself to each and every one of his grandkids. There was more than enough love to go around! He helped raise his grandchildren and shaped them into the people they are today.
If you look into the hearts of his 8 grandchildren, you see a piece of him in each and everyone. Yet again the house didn't grow quiet as he continued to play an important role of raising his great grand children. The smallest of the small still had a piece of their papa in their hearts so great that you could see a bit of him when you looked at them.
His love was so great that he could light up any room or brighten any situation. He loved his family, his friends, his neighbors, his coworkers, his pets, and just about anyone who crossed his path. He could find the good in any human being.
William Masten was a hard-working man. He would have worked until the very last moment if you let him. He made sure that he provided for his family and that all of their needs were met. He always put his family first! His job working for Bergen county sewer wasn't an easy one. It was often dangerous and yet he went out every day with a smile on his face because well he was making a living to care for those he loved. When the time came and he decided to retire, he couldn't stay at home and do nothing. It just wasn't in his nature so he continued to work driving a bus filled with children with his loving wife as his aide.
He showered the children and their families with love. Always going above and beyond. Of course there came a point in his life at a young 87 years old when driving the bus just wasn't possible anymore. He was busy working around the house at this point and continued to raise grandchildren and great grandchilsren while going to many, many doctor appointments and chemo therapy treatments.
Yet his love still poured forth. His love for the medical staff and nurses who cared for him these last few years was a beautiful sight to see. The staff at the hospital often would come in a hug him when they saw him because they remembered him from a previous visit and he had touched their hearts.
Although he was weak at times he continued to get down on the floor and play with his great grandchildren and teach them many skills they would need in life. Most importantly he taught them to love. He continued to push on and strive to be the best husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather he could be.
I loved my grandfather, I admired him, I am proud to be his granddaughter. I know all of you loved him too and that each and everyone of us will continue to carry a piece of him in our hearts and souls. He will live on through each and every one of us. And while it is natural for us to be sorry he is gone-it is infinitely more important for us to be happy he lived and to continue to let him live through us!
He devoted his life to his wife, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. When his children had all grown older and had children of their own his job still continued. He poured out more of himself to each and every one of his grandkids. There was more than enough love to go around! He helped raise his grandchildren and shaped them into the people they are today.
If you look into the hearts of his 8 grandchildren, you see a piece of him in each and everyone. Yet again the house didn't grow quiet as he continued to play an important role of raising his great grand children. The smallest of the small still had a piece of their papa in their hearts so great that you could see a bit of him when you looked at them.
His love was so great that he could light up any room or brighten any situation. He loved his family, his friends, his neighbors, his coworkers, his pets, and just about anyone who crossed his path. He could find the good in any human being.
William Masten was a hard-working man. He would have worked until the very last moment if you let him. He made sure that he provided for his family and that all of their needs were met. He always put his family first! His job working for Bergen county sewer wasn't an easy one. It was often dangerous and yet he went out every day with a smile on his face because well he was making a living to care for those he loved. When the time came and he decided to retire, he couldn't stay at home and do nothing. It just wasn't in his nature so he continued to work driving a bus filled with children with his loving wife as his aide.
He showered the children and their families with love. Always going above and beyond. Of course there came a point in his life at a young 87 years old when driving the bus just wasn't possible anymore. He was busy working around the house at this point and continued to raise grandchildren and great grandchilsren while going to many, many doctor appointments and chemo therapy treatments.
Yet his love still poured forth. His love for the medical staff and nurses who cared for him these last few years was a beautiful sight to see. The staff at the hospital often would come in a hug him when they saw him because they remembered him from a previous visit and he had touched their hearts.
Although he was weak at times he continued to get down on the floor and play with his great grandchildren and teach them many skills they would need in life. Most importantly he taught them to love. He continued to push on and strive to be the best husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather he could be.
I loved my grandfather, I admired him, I am proud to be his granddaughter. I know all of you loved him too and that each and everyone of us will continue to carry a piece of him in our hearts and souls. He will live on through each and every one of us. And while it is natural for us to be sorry he is gone-it is infinitely more important for us to be happy he lived and to continue to let him live through us!
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