It’s been 5 years

Today marks the 5th anniversary of Dawson’s passing from this earth. I still think of my son often. There are many times that something comes up and I think “Dawson would like that.”

I smile at his memory and miss him. I am far from alone in my feelings. His mom, his birth father, his sister. Jen and his grandparents. His many friends and members of his Fairemly. And his wife Meaghan.

All of us deeply miss his simile, his humor, and his physical presence with us.

To me, he was and always shall be my oldest son. But he also was a fellow gamer, a co-worker, and my friend.

My greatest hope was he would be able to get his seizures under control. And then I always to teach him the basics of driving so he could eventually get his drivers licence. It would have been a highlight of my life.

Although Dawson’s life on this earth was short. It was meaningful in the way he toucheed all of our lives.

He was a good example to follow. In his kindness, his generosity, and his love and forgiveness.

So on this day, have a Macallan in honor of Dawson. If you don’t drink, that is fine, just toast him with your beverage of choice. He’ll understand.

Happy Father’s Day

Father’s Day. This day is set aside to honor Dad’s across the nation. So today I’ll give my blessing to all the Dads out there. Even the single mom’s who are doing double duty.

Being a Dad is a great honor and with it is a responsibility too. Raising children and being there for them is the most important job out there.

I myself am not a biological Dad., but I have helped, in part, to raise and be a Dad to 4 children who are all now young adults. With 2 of them, I didn’t have much influence during there younger years but I am here as they continue as adults. Able to give fatherly advise and council with love. With the other 2, I was there during the teenage years. I had the privilege of teaching one of them how to drive and I eagerly awaited a chance to teach the other as well. But his life was cut short in this world and I miss him dearly.

Growing up, I was mainly raised by a single mom who had to preform double duty. Circumstance beyond my control had my parents divorced while I was just a toddler. I too had a step-dad. He wasn’t the best, but he also wasn’t the worst either as they come.

Within the last couple of years I’ve reconnected with my own Dad. It has been a blessing. As an adult, having been married, been through a divorce, a death of a child, and being remarried and also being a Dad myself. I can understand the trails that took place in his life. We have a lot in common, my Dad and me. It amazes me all the time on those similarities. And I love my Dad and I am so happy that I can reach out to him.

So Happy Father’s Day to my own Dad, Ray. I am honored to have you in my life. And Happy Father’s Day to every other Dad out there doing their best every day for their children as well. It’s a tough road but well worth it.

One year on

It’s been a year now since God decided He needed a red-headed step child more than me. I can remember it just as clearly as I can remember yesterday. Chatting with Dawson at work about his future at Mediacom. What department to move into next. He had just moved from Customer Service up to Tier1 and was looking forward to his next advancement from there. Looking out for his wife Meaghan to make their lives better. I reflect on how he was raised right by all his parents. A little of each of us in him, the best of the best.

I’m sure by this time he would have moved on to join the fledgling HFC NOC department and would be working with me there. It would be really cool.

I watch his Facebook page and see a continuing stream and outpouring of love towards him from his friends and family. His sudden passing is still felt by us all.

During the summer at the Des Moines Renaissance Faire a red maple was planted as a lasting memorial to Dawson with a dedication service as well. It was a beautiful gathering of his “fairemly”.

His sudden passing on February 3rd of 2013 has impacted me deeply. I really havent blogged much since his death, it came as such a shock to me that I am at a loss of words.

We can all learn from Dawson. He was always happy. He was alway forgiving. He always smiled. So here we all stand a year since he left us for other things. What have you learned from Dawson? Who have you forgiven? Are you happy and smiling just because you can?

I have. I have had trouble forgiving one person for many years, in fact for most of my years. So I have finally forgiven him and reached out to him in love. Much the same way Dawson did. It is with my birth father. I learned that from the example of my son.