Traffic Stop -- An Intermission for Daddo

[ajjones2]

I signed on to post the newest Traffic Stop Chapter and learned of Daddo's untimely passing. I've been around for literally years on the different boards, and Daddo (or Doug, as I'd prefer to call him) was always there.

He and Arthur were most reponsible letting me know I wasn't a nut, and that other people shared this side of life with me when no one had let me know that before.

More importantly, they let me know the people who did so, were kind, patient, caring, responsible and intelligent. They weren't the fringes of society, they were the center of it. There just weren't many of them.

If anyone knows who Doug was (how old he was, what he did for a living, his family background), I think it would be wonderful to know the man behind the man we know here.

In the mean time, and while I have the chance to say it; "Thanks, Daddo. And thanks, Arthur. And thanks to the rest of this community, in case it hasn't been said."

And, while Dadddo would find the greatest tribute in this Board exploding with new pictures, discussion and stories, I think it will have to waite a few days.

It just doesn't feel right going merrily on and posting another chapter like nothing happened. Something happened.

My heart broke today.

AJ




Ascension

-Colleen Corah Hitchcock


And if I go,
while you're still here...

Know that I live on,
vibrating to a different measure

-behind a thin veil you cannot see through.

You will not see me,
so you must have faith.

I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
-both aware of each other.

Until then, live your life to its fullest.

And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,

...I will be there.

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Godspeed Daddo, as you live the Greatest Fantasy of All....

[proudfoot2]

Doug had turned 59 on June 6. He was married, with children and grandchildren. An Army Vet. He was an automobile engineer a large auto maker in Detroit, Michigan, U.S.A. He loved to camp, to be around people, to make other people laugh, to laugh at himself. He was a humble man. A man of integrity. He was one of the most generous and selfless people I have ever known.

He loved trample, and boots, and sharp high heels, and pretty
feet.

He had maybe five or six heart attacks, so that was against him.
But he was just starting to get his life straight...he had lost weight, was eating properly, taking better care of himself.

He emailed me every day, even tho he didn't have to. He was like that with so many of us...to give without ever asking back. Being a woman, he always paid just a bit more attention to me than you all, but always treated ALL of us with the utmost respect.
I took for granted that I would hear from him every day forever.
I can't describe the overwhelming sorrow I feel at the lost of this dear man.

I have been in contact with the newspaper which carried his obituary. They will be sending me the notice via snail mail. If anyone would like a copy via email, please let me know.

I hope some of you will remember other things about Doug that you can share...thank you ajjones2 for sharing that beautiful poem. I had read it before but never before did it sound so bittersweet.