Margit (Gitti) Hornak (Neumann), born in Morchenstern, Kreis Gablonz an der Neisse (Czechoslovakia) on 4/3/1925, left this earth for Heaven on March 25, 2013. She joins her husband Joseph, her parents Martha (Marta Mewald) of Czechoslovakia and Max Neumann of Austria, her brother Max, baby daughter Christine, and many friends. Margit and Joe met after the end of World War II when he was stationed on a base in Germany where she was a translator. After being doggedly pursued, she finally came to her senses and married the love of her life and they were together for 52 wonderful years. For the 23 years Joe was in the Air Force, she...
Margit (Gitti) Hornak (Neumann), born in Morchenstern, Kreis Gablonz an der Neisse (Czechoslovakia) on 4/3/1925, left this earth for Heaven on March 25, 2013. She joins her husband Joseph, her parents Martha (Marta Mewald) of Czechoslovakia and Max Neumann of Austria, her brother Max, baby daughter Christine, and many friends. Margit and Joe met after the end of World War II when he was stationed on a base in Germany where she was a translator. After being doggedly pursued, she finally came to her senses and married the love of her life and they were together for 52 wonderful years. For the 23 years Joe was in the Air Force, she followed him from country to country and through three Wars, supporting him, and giving him six wonderful children. Then In March of 1966, Margit and Joe moved to Colorado Springs, decided to retire, and called this their permanent home. Already avid bowlers, they quickly got into the local bowling scene. Margit was snatched up by Brunswick Circle Lanes were she worked for 20+ years as a Program Director.
She continued her bowling career, eventually becoming a Hall of Fame Member. She enjoyed coaching her "kids," seeing many of them go on to become great bowlers. One of the hardest things she ever had to do was give up her bowling. After the death of her beloved husband, she assumed his delivery job working for Pasch Optical until she was incapacitated by a sudden illness in late 2012. She made many friends and the interactions kept her going. Margit leaves behind a big loving family in Ursula (Rob) Carter, Max (Amy) Hornak, Joseph Hornak, Jr., Heidi (Bob) Slonka, Patricia Hornak, four grandsons – Nicholas (Casey) Scott, Benjamin Hornak, Jonathan Hornak, Andrew Hornak, three great grandchildren – Trinity Marie(Benjamin), Rory and Cooper (Nick and Casey), and everyone who always referred to her as "their other mom!". We will miss her sharp mind and quick wit! What an example and legacy she has left for all of us that have known and loved her!
A visitation is planned for Monday, April 1, 2013 from 5:00 – 7:00 p.m. at Swan-Law Funeral Director's. The funeral service will be on Tuesday, April 2, 2013 at 11:00 a.m. at Swan-Law Funeral Director's Cascade Chapel, with burial following at 2:00 p.m. at Fort Logan National Cemetery in Denver.
Flowers appreciated or donations to the charity of your choice.
This morning my grandma decided it was time for her to go be with her husband up in heaven. Something I take comfort in, because I know she was ready to go, but something that I didn't imagine hurting as bad as it does.
Merriam-Webster Dictionary has what is probably the lamest definition there could be for Grandmother. It states that a grandmother is:
"The mother of ones father or mother."
Clearly this was written by someone who never got to know theirs.
My grandma was so much more than just the mother of my mom. She was one of my best friends growing up. No matter what happened in life, or how bad I screwed up I knew, I would always have her there to rely on.
Any sport I played, before moving away, I knew I would have at least one fan in the stands, cheering me the loudest. No matter how horribly I may have played, I was always the best player on the field to at least one person.
When she would babysit me it was clear that she would always make sure I was protected. Not from the evil in the world, but from getting caught by mom as I stayed up and watched TV. Something we did every time she watched me, and usually ended up with her falling asleep on the couch and me on the top of the stairs. It nearly always ended by my grandma being startled awake by the sudden opening of the garage door and her yelling, "RUN NICHOLAS RUN!" Yet I never got caught, and I always had to do everything in my power from giggling as I faked sleeping in bed.
I learned from my grandma an unrelenting stubbornness and belief that I am always right, no matter how wrong I am. She once told me that a bird, at the ocean, exactly resembling a pelican, was not really a pelican...... but it was of the pelican family. You see, never wrong.
My grandma taught me how to have fun, how to eat sugar, and sometimes there are just things you DO NOT tell certain children if you don't want them to do something.
For instance, she had a car with a big, bright, shiny yellow button in the glove compartment. That button just screamed push me to a five year old. One day, it was clear that I was not going to be stopped, my burning desire to push that button was not going to be stopped, it was calling to me. Driving down the road she had to think quick and stop me, she needed to scare me. She blurted out, "DON'T PUSH THE BUTTON NICHOLAS....... WE WILL FLY AWAY!"
My college degree is in Aviation Management, I have loved airplanes since I can remember. Clearly that was the wrong thing to tell me. I will never forget how fast I hit her forearm as she slammed on the breaks in the middle of a busy road, making sure I didn't hit the dash too hard (seat belts were merely for show back then) all the while, never losing a single grocery from the trunk.....
I will never forget her giggle snort laugh, which that story always could bring out of her.
This all boils down to one common theme.......love. My grandma loved and cared for me in a way that never wavered and with a stubbornness that could never be tested.
This is why Merriam-Webster Dictionary has the definition of grandmother so dead wrong. Because it really should say, "A best friend, security blanket, ally, provider of sugar, and all around amazing person." At least that is my definition...... and just like my grandma, I am never wrong.
I love you Grandma.
Earlier today God gained what is going to be his most stubborn angel ever in my Grandma Hornak, what he doesn't realize is that he's never going to win an argument again.
Growing up in Alaska and with her in Colorado we only usually saw them around Christmas when my family could afford to travel but Grandma always made the most of the two weeks we had with them and spoiled her grandchildren as much as she could. Donuts for breakfast or cereal with extra sugar on top and we always had huge dinners every night and she would constantly tell us to eat more because we weren't big enough yet.
I gained her love of dogs and I am very grateful for that because I know that she is now playing with my dogs, and her gentle giants, in heaven along with Grandpa Joe and my other grandparents who they were always close with.
The memories I have of her will always be close to my heart because I realize now that everything she did for us growing up also taught us lessons on enjoying the life we have and being stubborn enough to not let others tell us how we should live our life.
Love you Grandma, rest in peace.