Memories for September 18th
Today’s Quote: “So part we sadly in this troublous world, to meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.” HenryVI 5.5.7-8
Monday will be the second anniversary of the home going of my cousin Don (Donald Lewis Clark, Jr). He was 48 years old when he died. Mom called me while I was watching a football game, to tell me Don had gone into the hospital with chest pains, and to please pray. She called back very shortly thereafter to say he was gone. I had to call my younger brother to tell him what had happened, while my Mom had to call her sister and tell her, her only son had died. My cousin Nancy had asked Mom to please call her Mom to tell her what had happened. She was going to be calling her two sisters to deliver the news to them. We all were in shock, but for those of us who are believers, we had the knowledge we would see Don again in heaven one day. He died very unexpectedly that Saturday in September two years ago. But he lived a wonderful life, and left behind an awesome legacy for his sons and family and friends.
Don had an awesome sense of humor. He loved to tease. He was a terrific father to his two sons, and a loving & caring son and brother. He had many friends, whom he would often help out with any job, big or small. When I asked my Mom about whether or not he had ever had an opportunity to accept Christ, she told me he had done so as a teenager.
When I think about Don, I see many of the “fruits of the Spirit” (Galatians 5:22-23) lived out for all to see.
When I think of my memories of Don, they are all of fun and laughter. While he teased us (I have 3 cousins around my age, one was Don’s younger sister, Sandy) when we were little, and it used to make us sooo mad (like the time he and my brother Bruce talked Sandy and I into playing cowboys & Indians, and we ended up tied to the swing set while the boys did a victory dance around us!), as we got older we looked forward to the family gatherings when Don would be there. You knew if Don was there, something fun would be sure to happen. For some reason, many of the family gatherings in the summer had one or more water fights. The last one I remember was when we were all camping at Mullet Lake, in 2000 (I think). Don and my younger brother Dave started a water fight with the large super soakers, and we all had small squirt guns and buckets or pots, or whatever we could find. It ended up some other campers had watched it all transpire, drove up later and soaked Dave and Don with large water guns, and then drove off in their truck! We all laughed and laughed!
I could go on and on with more memories, but if I had to sum up what I remember of Don, it would be a man who knew what was important, and acted upon that knowledge as often as possible. Family and friends were very important to him. At the funeral many told stories of Don helping them with this or that job. His sisters had many stories of Don helping with something or other. His youngest sister Nancy told how they called each other every Friday night. He was often at his parents’ home helping with the house or the yard. He had a great deal of love for his family and friends. He never seemed to be too busy to help out whenever he was needed. Everyone needs a Don in their life. I am very thankful for the blessing of having him in my life for 43 years.
Tell everyone who is important to you how much they mean to you every time you can. We never know when someone is going to be called home!
Blessings!
Monday will be the second anniversary of the home going of my cousin Don (Donald Lewis Clark, Jr). He was 48 years old when he died. Mom called me while I was watching a football game, to tell me Don had gone into the hospital with chest pains, and to please pray. She called back very shortly thereafter to say he was gone. I had to call my younger brother to tell him what had happened, while my Mom had to call her sister and tell her, her only son had died. My cousin Nancy had asked Mom to please call her Mom to tell her what had happened. She was going to be calling her two sisters to deliver the news to them. We all were in shock, but for those of us who are believers, we had the knowledge we would see Don again in heaven one day. He died very unexpectedly that Saturday in September two years ago. But he lived a wonderful life, and left behind an awesome legacy for his sons and family and friends.
Don had an awesome sense of humor. He loved to tease. He was a terrific father to his two sons, and a loving & caring son and brother. He had many friends, whom he would often help out with any job, big or small. When I asked my Mom about whether or not he had ever had an opportunity to accept Christ, she told me he had done so as a teenager.
When I think about Don, I see many of the “fruits of the Spirit” (Galatians 5:22-23) lived out for all to see.
When I think of my memories of Don, they are all of fun and laughter. While he teased us (I have 3 cousins around my age, one was Don’s younger sister, Sandy) when we were little, and it used to make us sooo mad (like the time he and my brother Bruce talked Sandy and I into playing cowboys & Indians, and we ended up tied to the swing set while the boys did a victory dance around us!), as we got older we looked forward to the family gatherings when Don would be there. You knew if Don was there, something fun would be sure to happen. For some reason, many of the family gatherings in the summer had one or more water fights. The last one I remember was when we were all camping at Mullet Lake, in 2000 (I think). Don and my younger brother Dave started a water fight with the large super soakers, and we all had small squirt guns and buckets or pots, or whatever we could find. It ended up some other campers had watched it all transpire, drove up later and soaked Dave and Don with large water guns, and then drove off in their truck! We all laughed and laughed!
I could go on and on with more memories, but if I had to sum up what I remember of Don, it would be a man who knew what was important, and acted upon that knowledge as often as possible. Family and friends were very important to him. At the funeral many told stories of Don helping them with this or that job. His sisters had many stories of Don helping with something or other. His youngest sister Nancy told how they called each other every Friday night. He was often at his parents’ home helping with the house or the yard. He had a great deal of love for his family and friends. He never seemed to be too busy to help out whenever he was needed. Everyone needs a Don in their life. I am very thankful for the blessing of having him in my life for 43 years.
Tell everyone who is important to you how much they mean to you every time you can. We never know when someone is going to be called home!
Blessings!
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