Thursday, July 2, 2009

Stephen Lane Wood

Today would have been his birthday.
Except that yesterday he decided that the other side was a better place to be.
A mere 24 hours shy of his 85th birthday.
He is my mother's older brother.
And I seem to be taking his passing a little hard.
I don't understand completely why.
I know he has been reunited with his beloved wife.
I know that he is free from the burden of his failing body.
He probably has had a joyous reunion with so many of the people whose temple work he completed.

But it's still hard.
He has been interwoven firmly into the fabric of my life.
And now a piece of that fabric has been torn.
He was just always there.
A leisurely stroll down the street from my mom's house.
On the hilly "tree" streets of Provo, Utah.

I don't feel that I was particularly close to him.
Except that he was just always there.
Every year when we made the annual trek to Utah, the "mother land."
As a girl growing up.

He was instrumental in my parent's meeting.
He was a world famous expert on bark beetles.
If your line of work happens to be bark beetles.
But that was an important work to many throughout the world.

I had gotten closer to him in the last ten years.
As he gave me some family history "assignments."
And awakened within me a passion for family history work.
He was the cheerleader when I found some tidbit of information.
And gave counsel when I was stuck, referring to his copious geneology notes
Written in a tiny scrawled hand in numerous notebooks.

Maybe I'm sad because his generation is passing on.
And the realization has hit that the torch is being passed to my generation.
I hope I can live up to it.

Please excuse me from blogging for a few days.
While I mourn in my own way.
And spend time with my family in Utah.
Learning what I need to know to keep the torch burning for the next generation.


Reno said...

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Momza said...

You are a part of his're continuing where he has left off...
sending good thoughts your way.

Joy For Your Journey said...

I am so sorry. I think you are right and it is very hard and sad to see the generation before us passing on. It is scary in a way--both because we know we are next and because they provided such comfort and stability to us. I hope you are able to have a nice time in Utah with your family and that the time will be healing for you.

One quick question . . (when you have time to get to it) were you raised in Provo?

Julie said...

So sorry for your loss.

Patrice said...

I am sure that he is touched by your sentiment. It's a reminder to enjoy and appreciate our elders while we have them!

Allyson said...

oh, I am so sorry! We love you! Our thoughts are with you and your family!

Grandma Sharon says. . . said...

Who did Stephen Lane Wood marry? Only shows Elizabeth in his obituary;

Nancy Face said...

I'm so sorry. This was such a sweet tribute to your uncle.

Several of my aunts and uncles, even cousins, have passed away, and it always makes me sad, even if they were very ill. We really miss our loved ones who go before us, yet it is such a blessing to know they are safe and happy on the other side.