Monday, January 23, 2017
Dean and I first met when I was in grade three. There was a play the Grade 8's were putting on and the other classes were invited to attend. We all assembled in the big school. Since I was too short to see above everyone my cousin Ron Elijah asked Dean to pick me up and set me on a desk where I could view the play unobstructed. Dean was in the play and they preformed to the poem "The Highwayman". He and other classmates hit two pencils together to make the sound of horses hoofs coming down a cobblestone lane. I thought it was very good to see. It was to be my first memory of Dean.
As time went by and I was an older teen we met again down the beach. Lots of friends around. By this time I had a crush on him, but thought it was impossible to think he'd even consider me to be a girlfriend. I was so shy back then and so was he, but we stood together by a car anyway.
More time went by then I saw him at a friends birthday party, that's when he danced with me. Those old 45s sounded real good. What was playing I don't know.
Time again went by and by this time I had a daughter and while I was cleaning out a car he came up to me and asked what I was doing.
Later I moved to London where he came to visit. He seemed to be around most of the time now. We had a baby, a little boy who he named Dave. Then we had Charles, then Greg. Our life was filled with love laughter and lots of kids. Grampa Sheldon said that was enough. Gramma Jeannette got mad at Grampa for saying that. Ha ha ha.
Dean proved to be a fantastic Dad to our children a super Grampa and most of all a great husband. He was a hard worker, and steady at whatever he did. He loved reading, fishing, music, the outdoors, trees, good neighbors, his family of many brothers and sisters. He had his own way of talking and many a person would try to imitate his voice.
He did peoples taxes at tax time and prepared all of our paperwork. He had a wide range of music he enjoyed especially George Jones, Bob Segar, Kid Rock, Linda Ronstade, Gordon Lightfoot, and Bob Dylan just to name a few.
He play guitar strumming to Country and Western tunes. Ron and Dean were hot tickets back in the old days. When Dean gave his life to Jesus he played with church groups played bass at times for Lot Thunder when he came down.
We loved each other very much and got upset with each other knowing we'd still be there when the dust settled. To me he always will be the best of everything I ever knew and someday I will see him again. Till we meet again Dean,
Love You, Jan
