Tuesday, December 13, 2005

William Ira Cargo - The Best Grandfather Ever!

Feburary 27, 1917 - December 13, 2005
William Ira Cargo

Grandpa, you died on a Tuesday. You were 88 years young. I miss you already. Holidays just will not be the same without you around. Rest in peace, Grandpa.

If anybody wants to know more about him:
Cargo, William Ira (b. 1917) — also known as William I. Cargo — of Florida. Born in Detroit, Wayne County, Mich., February 27, 1917. Served in the U.S. Navy during World War II; Foreign Service officer; U.S. Ambassador to Nepal, 1973-76.

Here is the paid death notice from the NY Times:
CARGO-William Ira (Bill). Age 88, on Tuesday, December 13, 2005, of Columbia, MD. Beloved husband of Margaret ``Margot'' Grace Ludwig Cargo for more than 67 years, died at the Gilchrist Center for Hospice Care in Baltimore, MD, following a brief illness. He is survived by one son, David Paul Cargo; one daughter, Ruth Cargo and three grandchildren, all of Columbia, MD. Services will be held at Shaw Funeral Home, Lehman Chapel, 205 N. Elizabeth St, Bellevue, MI, on Tuesday, December 20, 2005, at 2 pm. Interment to follow at Riverside Cemetery, Bellevue, MI. A memorial service will be held at the Vantage House, 5400 Vantage Point Road, Columbia, MD, on Saturday, January 21, 2006, at 1:30 pm. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made in William's honor to Doctors Without Borders USA, PO Box 1856, Merrifield, VA 22116-8056, and the Hospice of Howard County, 5537 Twin Knolls Rd, Suite 433, Columbia, MD 21045; (410) 265-0075. For information, Witzke Funeral Homes, Inc, 5555 Twin Knolls Road, Columbia, MD, and Shaw Funeral Home, Battle Creek, MI.
Published in the New York Times on 12/19/2005.


  1. sorry to hear that Bozzy, my condolences to you and your family at this trying time.

  2. Boz - sorry to hear about your loss. your grandpa and family are in my thoughts and prayers.

  3. Sorry to hear about the loss of your Grandpa. I will pray for you, your family, and your Grandpa

  4. To One Shortly to Die


    From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you:
    You are to die—Let others tell you what they please, I cannot prevaricate,
    I am exact and merciless, but I love you—There is no escape for you.

    Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel it,
    I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half envelope it,
    I sit quietly by—I remain faithful,
    I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,
    I absolve you from all except yourself, spiritual, bodily—that is eternal—you yourself will surely escape,
    The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.


    The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions!
    Strong thoughts fill you, and confidence—you smile!
    You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,
    You do not see the medicines—you do not mind the weeping friends—I am with you,
    I exclude others from you—there is nothing to be commiserated,
    I do not commiserate—I congratulate you.

    -Walt Whitman, "Leaves of Grass," 1900.

    When my aunt died, I couldn't stop weeping. I used to read this poem in order to change the tears of sorrow into tears of joy. I still read it whenever I'm missing her.

    I know you aren't religious, but I'm praying.

  5. It doesn't matter that you're religious and I'm not, that was very sweet Julia. Thank you :)

  6. I was so sorry to hear about the death of your beloved grandfather. Please pass on my condolences to your grandmother Margot, your Uncle David, and your mom Ruthie.

    Sincerely, Katie Largent