Remembering Sandra Stewart
A year has passed. It still does'n't seem entirely real.
A year devoid of one of the most dedicated mothers that I have ever met.
If my pain and sadness is real, what must her son be feeling? To have lost a woman who raised you on her own, with no assistance save the loving hands of her family? To have lost the person who wholly, completely, believed in what you could be and encouraged you at every turn? The woman who put your needs and desires ahead of her own because, through her eyes, blinded as they may be by a mothers love, she saw the talent, ability and potential within and gently drew it out pushing you on to follow the path of that which you loved the most?
How must her absence feel?
Today, though I haven't seen him for over a year, my thoughts are with my geek brother Clayton in mourning the loss of his mother Sandra Stewart.
It is because of that dedication, that belief in Clay that the Geek's came about. I can truly say that without her prodding Clayton to follow his love of Star Wars and his desire to shine on whatever platform he wished to perform, Meet the Geeks would never have happened.
For that I am eternally grateful.
I had last talked to Sandy a few weeks before August 18th, 2015. I had called her home to speak with Clayton. My now wife and I were preparing wedding invitations to send out and I needed their address so I could send one for Clayton and her. It was my fondest wish to have them there on the day my wife and I celebrated our union.
We chatted for a bit and I brought her up to speed on how my life was changing. From angry, depressed alcoholic hermit to husband and father of three.
"You sound happy Corey." I could hear her smile in her voice. "I am." I told her. And I was.
And then that day came. The 18th of August. Clayton woke to find that his mother had passed quietly in the night.
It does'n't seem real. I knew she had been ill. But in my mind she would always be that vital, honest woman. An old hippy. Nothing could shock her.
A comment made during a conversation between Clay and I sums up my memories of her.
Clayton and I were talking about a local escort and would be porn star whose claim to fame was 'squirting'. We were talking about the unreal amount of liquid she produced when Sandy walked out of the kitchen and paused.
"Corey" she said "I'm 58 years old. I've seen a lot and done a lot and let me tell you that no woman ejaculates like that. She's peeing."
And with that final declaration she strode up the stairs while Clay and I chuckled.
That memory always brings a smile to my face. That in a nutshell was Sandy.
I fear I'll never see her like again.
Were I a religious man I would light a candle and offer a prayer. Instead this writing will have to do.
It's a poor offering for so beautiful a soul.
I'm still happy Sandy. Life is going well. I can't wait to tell my young son about you.
But those stories will have to wait until he's old enough to hear them. :)
~Brother K'Bob
A year devoid of one of the most dedicated mothers that I have ever met.
If my pain and sadness is real, what must her son be feeling? To have lost a woman who raised you on her own, with no assistance save the loving hands of her family? To have lost the person who wholly, completely, believed in what you could be and encouraged you at every turn? The woman who put your needs and desires ahead of her own because, through her eyes, blinded as they may be by a mothers love, she saw the talent, ability and potential within and gently drew it out pushing you on to follow the path of that which you loved the most?
How must her absence feel?
Today, though I haven't seen him for over a year, my thoughts are with my geek brother Clayton in mourning the loss of his mother Sandra Stewart.
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| Sandra Stewart |
It is because of that dedication, that belief in Clay that the Geek's came about. I can truly say that without her prodding Clayton to follow his love of Star Wars and his desire to shine on whatever platform he wished to perform, Meet the Geeks would never have happened.
For that I am eternally grateful.
I had last talked to Sandy a few weeks before August 18th, 2015. I had called her home to speak with Clayton. My now wife and I were preparing wedding invitations to send out and I needed their address so I could send one for Clayton and her. It was my fondest wish to have them there on the day my wife and I celebrated our union.
We chatted for a bit and I brought her up to speed on how my life was changing. From angry, depressed alcoholic hermit to husband and father of three.
"You sound happy Corey." I could hear her smile in her voice. "I am." I told her. And I was.
And then that day came. The 18th of August. Clayton woke to find that his mother had passed quietly in the night.
It does'n't seem real. I knew she had been ill. But in my mind she would always be that vital, honest woman. An old hippy. Nothing could shock her.
A comment made during a conversation between Clay and I sums up my memories of her.
Clayton and I were talking about a local escort and would be porn star whose claim to fame was 'squirting'. We were talking about the unreal amount of liquid she produced when Sandy walked out of the kitchen and paused.
"Corey" she said "I'm 58 years old. I've seen a lot and done a lot and let me tell you that no woman ejaculates like that. She's peeing."
And with that final declaration she strode up the stairs while Clay and I chuckled.
That memory always brings a smile to my face. That in a nutshell was Sandy.
I fear I'll never see her like again.
Were I a religious man I would light a candle and offer a prayer. Instead this writing will have to do.
It's a poor offering for so beautiful a soul.
I'm still happy Sandy. Life is going well. I can't wait to tell my young son about you.
But those stories will have to wait until he's old enough to hear them. :)
~Brother K'Bob
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