Joie Eble’s Eulogy written by his granddaughter Hannah Kurisky;
I was grateful enough to have my grandfather, Joie Eble, in my life a full 19 years before God called him home. Every memory as great as the one before, mostly because you just really never knew what you were going to get with him. Whether he was at my youth soccer games, accidentally video taping grass, giving me history lessons, reciting Christmas stories with me, or, his favorite, taking me out to places just so he could find more people to make conversation with. At that age I didn't know much, but if I heard someone else say they were also either German or in the military, I knew it was going to be awhile.
Joie was so easy going and could make a friend in anyone. I was recently informed he had a friend by the name of Bird-man who was located at the local gas station. Another one of his personal favorites was his Amazon Alexa, who he would often get into long talks with in regards to playing his favorite songs.
I saw my grandfather’s ability to talk to anyone about anything as a true talent. While he talked about many things, his family was his favorite topic of conversation. He could go on for hours about the accomplishments of his children and his grandchildren. He was so proud of us, and loved us all so much. We know this, and now so many random strangers know this as well.
My grandfather was blessed to be one of those people that found great joys in the little things in life. I believe an all-around favorite would be his singing during Christmas mass. To this day, I had never seen a man be filled with such joy while singing "Oh Come all ye Faithful". He was by far the loudest in the church, and luckily my family and I got a front row seat to it every single year. Part of me believes this was the only time my grandmother would let him sing out loud all year, so he just really had to take advantage of it.
Anyone who knew Joe knew above all he just loved to make people laugh. And he really knew how, too. Whether it was his slightly offensive jokes, or games that involved cash rewards, he was a creator of joy and laughter wherever he went. I do feel guilty for always taking all your money during our holiday games, but I really thought you knew what you were getting yourself into.
Aside from making people laugh, one of my grandfather’s favorite things was to tell people how much he loved them. This was by far my favorite thing about him, his love for us never had to be assumed because he was always there reminding us. So many times a conversation would be interrupted with him saying, "you know how much I love you, right?" Or, when I would be present in one of his and my grandmother's infamous disagreements, he would pull me aside during the aftermath and tell me, "even though we fight, I love her so much, and she knows it, and I want you to know it, too." I loved how much you loved us, Pa.
And that is why we are all here today. To honor you, and to show you how much you were loved by us, too. Now you might not be in heaven yet, only because you are still talking to St. Peter at the gates about your wife, Sandy, your children Kevin and Michele, your grandchildren, your family from Illinois, all the pets that you owned, and everything that you loved in your life. This Earth really misses Joie Eble, but you will never be absent from our hearts.
All the time in the world would still not have been enough time with you. 75 years was far too short, 19 years far much shorter, however, I'm infinitely thankful for the time we had together, and look forward to seeing you again. You may not physically be here, but I will hear your name in the breeze, and hear your laugh amongst the chirping of the birds and the barking of the dogs, and feel your presence everywhere I go. I love you with all my heart. Rest Easy, Pa.