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My tribute to Shaun

leanin' H

Well-known member
It's 2 am and here I am at work tonight, when I'd much rather be laying

underneath the star filled sky listening to crickets and my horse and a

lonely coyote. My thoughts are filled these days with my freind, my

brother, my pal, Shaun Pearson. Shaun is my cousin's husband and they

have a beautiful ranch in South Western Utah. I got to know him while I

attended college in Cedar City in 1986. I'd go out to their place on

weekends I didnt go home, which was a bunch. We'd haul water to cows

on winter range, check heifers, lamb his flock of registered Suffolk ewes,

feed calves in their feedlot, laugh and visit and be happy to be alive. He'd

always tease me about being scared of girls when he'd try to set me up

with somebody from their small town. He'd tease me about everything

and I'd send it right back his way every chance I got. There were the

poker games in the sheep camp while waiting on young ewes to figure

out how to be mothers. There was a hidden bottle of Crown while riding

through the cows that we meant to just sip and ended up finishing off

much to our own delight and his wife's raised eyebrows. When his son got

critically injured on a bull and spent weeks in Salt lake at the hospital, we

made many trips to sit with him and Tammy while we prayed and worried

and prayed some more. When he was able to go home and we could stop

worrying, we shed some happy tears! We'd spend hours at family

Christmas parties catching up and cracking jokes. Shaun was my brother

even though the DNA says otherwise. We buried him Saturday at age 51

on a beautiful blue sky day in his home town. He'd fought brain cancer

for 6 years and what a fight it was. In the end he taught me diginity and

courage and hope. He was the picture of honesty. He worked harder than

anyone I have known and would say that when it got too tough for

everyone else it was just right for him! He was genuine and sincere and

never changed. He loved his kids and they worshipped their Dad. He was

a perfect husband and his sweetheart was his best freind. He never met

somebody that didnt leave Shaun liking him! On a trip to D.C. he visited

with folks on the subway that he'd never met, and they left smiling and

happy he'd interupted their ride.

As the sun set this evening

and all of God's handy work was displayed in the west, I thought of my

fine freind. While God calls each of us home sooner or later and those

left behind mourn, I am certain heaven gained a wonderful and

entertaining soul this week. As we stood in the cemetary saturday and

remembered, most if not all the people looked at a pretty coffin and an

open grave. I looked west and little north at the desert ranch that Shaun

loved so much. And smiled as I saw the rain falling on the grass off in

that direction. I am sure he smiled as well. I was so priviledged and lucky

to have know Shaun. I was honored to count him as a freind. I am

markedly better because of his life and his death. I just wanted to share

my tribute to him with you all. May we all be so lucky to have people like

him in our lives. May we all strive to have others feel the same way about

us. Life is much to short to not love and laugh and forgive.

Thanks Shaun, for everything! Happy Trails Pal!
 

Faster horses

Well-known member
Your friend would be well pleased at the tribute you made in his
memory. Reminds me to make the most of our life between the dashes.
You did a fine job. Thanks for sharing.
 
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