My sweet dad, Ross Stewart, was always kind, helpful and giving to others. Dad passed away recently. He had been pretty miserable since September. At his calling hours, instead of crying my eyes out, I felt relief that he was no longer suffering. I was surprised to feel a sense of joy. I truly felt we were celebrating his life and who he was. I felt proud and privileged to be his daughter.
But mainly that night, I felt happy to see so many old friends and neighbors. Even two friends in wheelchairs braved the weather and came out on a cold January night in Ohio. A small town in the Midwest. Thoughts of Norwalk flooded my mind, pleasant memories, all those wonderful, familiar faces. What a great place to grow up.