Friday, March 12, 2021
Ian had an inspirational spirit.
I am reminded of his love, his light, his devotion, and his spirit… oh the memories buddy…
A little brother I always wanted…
I missed him over the years
Wished we had spent more of the good times together – something we had planned…
Was a beacon when he spoke at my Mom’s funeral… he was so moving.
I will remember all the good and all the bad moments of our lives – they brought us together.
I remember a young boy walking along the parking lot of the funeral home , head down, the weight of the world on him…too young to know what hurt awaited him losing his farther at such a young age… I cried more that day then I have ever done in all my life… I remember my father sitting in the Burgess’s kitchen the day of my Uncle Ian’s funeral. He was with another gentleman and I couldn’t control my emotions, tears just flowed down my cheeks… the gentleman sitting with my Dad said “she’s really torn up; you’d have thought it was her Dad that passed”. That stuck with me till this day. This was the first time I had ever experience death and it was my Uncle… and yes – it felt just like that…
Ian, young beautiful soul, you sit with a monument of soldiers before you and may they grace you with their wisdom, humor and love… Say Hi to folks for me…
Love you buddy!
