Friday, January 18, 2008

This sad, but fictionally true.

So, I am in Advanced Comp this semester and had to write my own obituary. So enjoy my death. And no, I didn't die of a drug/insulin overdose like a lady in my class thought.

(Los Angeles, CA) −Aaron Michael Krancich, 73, passed away Thursday, June 15 2057at his home in the Channel Islands of California of unknown natural causes.

Aaron was born and raised in a small town in northern Minnesota on August 14, 1983 to Mark and Sheila Krancich. Spending the majority of his life working for the body of Christ, he worked to further the kingdom until the day and time of his death.

When Aaron was 16, he gave his life to his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He never looked back on what would never be. He focused his eyes on the life ahead of him. The rollercoaster lifestyle that he grew to love would lead him through times of great trial and times of even greater joy. Though the trials were plenty, none was defeated like the trial of his mid-twenties. Aaron was diagnosed with Diabetes and remained positive and found ways to witness to others through the disease.

On a Sunday morning at church, one lovely, young lady caught his eye. After a long, long, courtship, Aaron asked her for her hand in marriage. On May 11, 2013, she became his lovely bride. The young couple soon moved to a small city in southern Florida to pastor a church's youth. Around this time the young couple's first child, Sebastian, was born.

After several years of youth ministry, Aaron felt called to a new city in which to minister the Gospel. During this time daughter, Miami, and son, Hezekiah, were born to the couple. After living in the hectic city for eight years, Aaron and his family moved to the area around the Channel Islands of California to spread the Word. It was here where the couple brought their fourth child into the world, daughter, Myshka.

After the children left for college and started families of their own, Aaron felt the call to a newer ministry. He ventured to Kenya as a missionary. His wife remained home and Aaron led many crusades in the African country. This was admittedly Aaron's most difficult period of life. After 14 years of missions work, Aaron retired from the ministry officially. Through all the years of service to his fellow man, Aaron never asked for anything in return; other than for people to turn to God and remain faithful to God because He is faithful to us.

In his times of relaxation, Aaron enjoyed running sound for church services and hanging out with his brothers and sisters in Jesus. He also enjoyed watching his many sports teams: Miami Hurricane football, Minnesota Viking football, Minnesota Twins baseball, Minnesota Timberwolves basketball, and playing sports themed video games with his family and friends. He also enjoyed spending time with the greatest thing in his life (aside from his faith) . . . His wife. Daily, he would give/send his wife a single red rose as a symbol of his love for her.

Aaron is preceded in death by his parents: Mark and Lori Krancich, Ed and Sheila Russ, He is survived by his lovely bride Jessica (70), children: Sebastian (42), Miami (39), Hezekiah (38) and Myshka (34) 15 grandchildren, brother: Ryan Krancich (75) stepsister: Ashley (71) and stepbrothers Cory Shepherd (72), Alan James Becker (67).

The funeral will be held at the First Assembly of God church in Hibbing, MN on Saturday June 23 at 6 PM. The widow asks that there be no photography and that everyone bring a story with which to celebrate the life of Aaron M. Krancich. In addition: bring a bottle or two of Coke and an open heart as that is what Aaron would have wanted. There will be no visitation.

4 Comments:

At 10:06 AM, Anonymous Anonymous joked...

That was so great :)

But where on earth did you come up with Myshka?

 
At 11:32 PM, Blogger JC joked...

OK- I expected Hezekiah, but Miami & Myshka??
A red rose EVERY day? Did you ever miss a day? What about when you lived in MN and roses were at a premium?
That was pretty cool.

 
At 12:25 PM, Blogger dangeresque dan joked...

The name Myshka. It's a word in Croatian that means Little mouse. Or so my grandpa told me. I always liked it I wanted to name my cat that in 8th grade. And I've always wanted to call my daughter that . . . at worst as a nickname. I suppose I could have explained that. And with the roses: No I never missed a day. I read about that one day in my devotions. The author's father did that every day for her mother.

 
At 7:26 PM, Blogger Beckie joked...

I loved it. You have a great imagination

 

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