Within life there is death, and when there is death, there is hurt. Some live a long life, while others are taken without warning. I share with you three men whose deaths have caused severe agony in my life, and I know others lives as well. The reason behind my blog has a lot to do with the way in which I was affected by their loss. I share with you my love for them, and how truly missed they are.
My baby brother, a chef, and coffee addict, the drama of the family, and my children’s “Uncle Beau” was taken from our family after a terrible accident. Justice was not served adequately, leaving our family in turmoil. His smile was infectious, he attitude was bright, he danced, he helped, he laughed, he cried, and he loved without end. I called him “Beau-ner,” a nickname he hated as a kid, then adopted without question, knowing it was my thing for him. All things rainbows in remembrance of Beau; you should be here.
When I say that my papa was the light of my life, I mean that not only for myself, but my girl cousins, and our daughters, not to mention his own daughters, and a true role model to the men in our family. His canned pickles sum up my childhood, he taught me to love, he taught us to hunt, he let me drive the back roads young, taught us how to garden, started my coin collection, and never missed an event. A military man, humble, and fierce, he stayed forever young, and his life is true inspiration. God knew what he was doing when he made this man my grandfather.
My youngest three children’s father, Xavier, aka “Xav” was apart of my life for eight years. He loved basketball, dominoes, Disneyland, music, movies, halloween, churros, food, his family and many other aspects in life. Standing at 6’9, this man was never unnoticed, his truck was big, the subs were loud, and he was a kick ass oilfield worker getting ready to open a dog kennel. We spent a lot of time as a family, taking our camper from state to state, he was an endless teacher for our children, and treated my oldest like his own. Raising children without him will forever hurt, but I thank him everyday for them.
In loving memory of Wes Mitten, Annie Richardson, Jamie Richardson, Mike Nielsen, Freda Nielsen, Larry and Betty Nielsen.