My FINAL Gratitude challenge Day 7, Bear with me. I am putting all 3 into one on my last day because this is what I am most grateful for. I am grateful that I was married to Don Stewart for 20 years. I was his cheerleader he was mine. He was a fine gentleman, a quick wit, a generous host a really good farmer and he gave my kids the best childhood imaginable. Our yard was an adventure waiting to unfold. Our house was always full of kids. All my nieces and nephews, my friends kids and school friends were getting freezies and leaving wrappers on the lawn as often as they could. They all loved Uncle Don. No seriously LOVED him. Any one of them would tell you this. He was a kid right with them and he was no rat. There were dirt bikes quads and snowmobiles. Apparently the show Jackass could have been filmed in our yard. I wasnt privy to the jumps built for the quad or the 30 foot long rope swing game that happened in the loft of the barn where they all Tarzaned landing on bails of hay. I was the last to know about the rafts for the spring runoff in the ditch along our east driveway until standing at the door were what looked like mud wrestlers. The raft was Dons idea he did it as a kid and it became a yearly event. The water only lasted a few days. I probably would have stopped hide and seek on dirt bikes, Snow boarding behind snowmobiles off jumps and the like but Don knew and he let it happen. He was right. They learned calculated risk. Learned to make their own decisions. Nobody ever really got hurt. Don would also be happy for me to let you all know he could finish all Mario games with one man. Kids from Jeffreys class would call and say can I talk to your Dad? I want to know how to beat level 5 in Zelda Don always wanted to learn to pay guitar but he couldnt master it. It didnt stop him from waking up the kids for school in the morning with silly songs he would make up . Struuuuum, Gracie has to get on the school bus this mornin....in a weird southern twang. Gracie yells stooooopppp it..... several seconds go by until he could reconfigure his next chord....struuuuum. Don was really special. He made people feel good about themselves just saying hello. He was genuinely interested in people and glad to see you. When Don was sick he was brave. He never became angry or bitter. He lived until he died. He didt take the attitude that he was dying. When he could no longer walk he sat in bed and made model cars on a tray. He enjoyed it just like he did when he was a kid. The cars are precious to me. Don used to answer the phone when I called with hellooo sweet love of my life He was proud of me and I am so grateful in my life to have known that kind of love. Don allowed me to flourish he made me better. It wasnt all sunshine and roses marriage never is. He often got on my last nerve but Jesus I would like him to answer the phone. My loss is not extaordinary. It happens every minute of every day to someone. It super sucks but the sun rises every morning anyway and for that I am grateful. Gratitude Challenge complete.... Our song for Don... youtube/watch?v=rGkseGFQLh4
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 13:47:22 +0000
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