Things about my son, Steve

The day he was born it was 113
He was born in Abilene Texas

He was a breach baby who was delivered by forceps before he could flip back to breach position

His hair was red.when he was born but turned blonde later

He was awake more than asleep as a baby

He wanted attention all of the time 

To get anything done I put a huge mirror beside his crib and a transistor radio in his crib

He preferred Rock music ūüé∂ 

He had a great appetite 

He was so chubby he had trouble walking and my back hurt from carrying him

He started running as soon as he could walk

He weighed 30 pounds at his 6 months checkup 

He hated shots 

He would not eat mushrooms or onions

He had a wonderful laugh

He was very stubborn

His favorite toys as a child were guns 

He started smoking at age 14

He liked to be outdoors

His favorite birds were Cardinals

He had a knack of untangling things: necklaces, Christmas lights and 100foot extension cords

He loved to barbecue 

He loved swimming and jumping off rocks into lakes

(Or off rope swings into rivers!)

He was terrified of the swimming pool until age 6

It was hard for him to learn to tie his shoes

He had an imaginary friend when he was 3 & 1/2 -her name was Mercedes

He cried at the end of Bonnie and Clyde movie

His kindergarten teacher said he had ADHD

He had dysgraphia as a child and had therapy for a year

He had difficulty writing and spelled poorly

He scored very high on scholastic aptitude tests

He had difficulty following rules

He did not like authority

He said he learned best from his mistakes

He climbed into tree when he was 4 and hung himself with a rope he found there while playing cowboys

He had a short temper

He was an extrovert 

He loved his friends and family

He loved to read! Dune, Tolkien, and Harry Potter and always had book handy

His favorite movie was Dune

He always was a “people magnet”

He could make anyone laugh

He liked to cook

He had an AK 47 on the back of his kitchen door

He loved all animals and always had pets

He did not like hunting 

He loved to go fishing

He loved Drama in high school

He was not good in mathematics 

I tought him the multiplication tables when he struggled with new math

He had a great singing voice 

He was extremely patriotic 

He liked to smoke pot

He loved motorcycles

He liked to take a nap on my bed even as an adult

He liked dragons and unicorns

He loved red meat and beer

He said he was going to get “back- in- shape” when he turned 36-eat more salads and drink less beer

He was a loyal friend

He loved deeply

He was quite opinionated 

He was very sensitive

He loved Native American art

He liked heavy metal bands

(but also John Denver)

His room was usually very tidy

He loved watching clouds

His nickname in the army was Psycho

He wore his hair long most of his life 

He died from Sudden Cardiac Arrest at age 35

Today would have been his 49th birthday  

Happy birthday in Heaven, Steve!

©Nancilynn Saylor

  30 June 2017

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Have you ever seen the rain?

Nuthatches flutter                                                                                                                  on feeders filled with tasty treats
Rain-cooled air welcomed!

©Nancilynn Saylor 24 June 2017

I’ve got sunhine

Air thick with moisture.                                                                                                 ‘neath a tarnished pewter sky                                                                                      there’s home-grown  sunshine

Nancilynn Saylor                                                                                                                June 13 2017

You are always on my mind…

Waking up to another day.                    without you here,                                             on this the, thirteenth year.                                

I know you’d be smiling just                                  knowing it is going to be another hot       

sun-baked summer day-                            you’d be looking for someplace to swim &.                       something to put in the grill.                       

You are probably thinking how I can still have tears…                                                  

after so long.                                                      

I’ll likely always begin these remembrance days                                                                 

with a lump in my throat as                                  I blink back hot tears.                                    

The hug I feel around my shoulders      seems almost real today.                                                

I love you my dear firstborn son.                                       I always will. 

Keep watch over your brother and your friends                                                             who keep the spark of your memory alive.                                             

Death has not diminished our bond. 

¬©Nancilynnn Saylor                                        10 June 2017

Those I remembered on Memorial Day 

On this most recent Memorial Day weekend i spent sometime reflecting on the soldiers In my life. My maternal grandfather was a horse soldier in WW1; i have a photocopy of his draft notice snd a picture of him in uniform on a horse.

My father was in the Navy, the Army Air Corp and later the United States Air Force. He flew in planes in the Navy during WW11. He served during the Korean  conflict and Viet Nam war. He was in the military his entire working career.  

My uncle’s, cousins, brother, two husbands and my oldest son also served, as well as a niece. They all felt a call yo serve. 

A strong thread of patriotism is woven through the fabric of my life. 

No one in my immediate family died in war. My mother’s first fiance died in the second world war. A dear high school friend paid with his life in Viet Nam; another friend was one of the countless victims who returned as mere shells of the young men who left. Their minds forever scarred.  

When my father was in the last year of life the Navy awarded.him some medals 70 years after he earned them. All of his five children attended the extremely moving ceremony…he hated being in the spotlight but endured the event for us kids. Less than a year he was gone;  buried in the military cemetery at Fort Sam Houston. His was not the only funeral I attended in that place filled with a seemingly unending ocean of white tombstones. I suspect it will not be the last. The sound of Taps played on  bugle on a gray December after a twenty one gun salute will forever be etched on my heart. 

This  year I needed my flag hung early. Saturday we hung it over our front porch. The next morning at Mass, there was an elderly man alone, a few rows in front of me. He had a colorful shirt on , on a grey, rainy Sunday. I was startled to notice the naval planes and ships on the shirt on the word  “Midway” in red lettering. I left my seat when it was time to offer each other the sign of peace and walked up to where he was standing and touched his arm. He turned as I said “Peace be with you.” That ever present thread of patriotism  will always tie me to the military. I looked in his  aged eyes and saw another American hero.

Peace be with them all, now and forever.

¬©Nancilynn Saylor.                                      June 6, 2017