October 14, 1980
The day was like most October days . . .
warm fall like breeze
leaves falling fast and furious
a hint of cooler weather approaching
thoughts of football, pumpkins, October fest, Halloween . . .
It was a Tuesday . . .
My teens, 13 and 16 were busy with school homework.
I had laundry, dishes from dinner, end of day tiding up things to do.
Ginger was resting by the doorway, her master,
dad, husband, Gary was out with the guys
for a run/exercise night . . .
A face in the window
friends, Dave and Lynn . . .
I felt suddenly chilled, frightened
"Something has happened, we have to hurry . . . It is Gary . . ."
Warm breezes had changed to rain . . .
we hurried for the car
Suzie in her PJ's, clothes on top of them
Scott, Suzie, the three of us in the back seat
confused, startled, stunned, frightened . . .
Hospital Emergency
waiting
frozen
shocked
Doctor holding my hands
"There wasn't anything we could do
I am so sorry, he is gone . . ."
I can't believe this
I can't believe this
I still can't believe this
~
how could it be
he was only forty one
not sick
how could it be
Life changed in an instant.
The reality and shock is never forgotten.
We remember today
Gary
dad
husband
We cherish the life we had together.
as a family we
skied, boated, camped
family pets many
a couple of our pets were
our Irish Setter
and a non friendly cat that only liked Suzie.
we lived in
Milwaukee, West Allis, Baraboo, Montague
there were
many trips out west to ski
with the Mulock family
skiing Indianhead and Powderhorn
boating, sailing, fishing, camping
on the Wisconsin River, the Mississippi
White Lake, Lake Michigan
and Hill Lake in Minnesota
our beautiful restored Baraboo home
all the work Gary did
refinishing, painting, repairing
Scott helping him
our move to
Montague Michigan
new home
new wonderful friends
a very good life indeed
blessings many
~
I found grief the most solitary experience ever
non of us grieve the same
there is no right or wrong
I felt like I was riding a roller coaster with my feelings
grief never ends . . . it changes
talking, writing, crying, walking,
remembering, laughing
praying,
friends, family
help sometimes
and sometimes nothing helps
his name was Gary, I like hearing his name
not much anyone else can do
to ease someone else's grief pain
yet . . . listen and be there
~
Even after thirty five years
it is like it happened yesterday.
Life is fragile, it can change in a flash
please be kind to one another
Love,
Lynne
Scott and Suzie
Gary Kay Gordon
1939 -1980