In Memory Of Sam Shrewsbury Sr.

Samuel Dean Shrewsbury Sr. (July 14, 1954-August 27,2008)

As I said in my first post, Sam's dad has been battling cancer since June. The battle came to a bittersweet end this morning August 27, 2008. He is gone, but he is no longer in pain. This post is to celebrate the time that I have gotten to know my father-in-law. We had to wonderful relationship, in my opinion. I would always tell him how I felt about things and he would always return the favor! I remember one night he told me that he was never disappointed with me because he didn't have expectations of me! I fired back a few months later when he asked if I thought that he was highly intelligent. My answer was that I thought that he was highly intelligent in some areas and in others he thought that he was! Like I said, we had that joking way about us. I would always try to beat him in Scrabble, but I never succeeded. I think that I helped him more than competed with him. He always found a way to build off my words and get like triple letter scores. Another memory that I have of him is from last year when we took a family vacation to Panama City Beach. They came to pick me up and he was complaining about falling down the stairs at his house. Sam and Mrs. Terri were laughing and I was concerned thinking that he fell down many stairs. After backing him up the entire ride to down there, I was finally informed that he only fell down two to three stairs. Needless to say, I joined the other group and no more sympathy came from me! He was always very interested in what I was doing with my life. How was I doing in school, how was work, how is my family, and so on! He made me feel that I could do this education thing, so I will keep that as my motivation to finish school and get my teaching license. I will always remember his stories. He always had a story to tell, especially when we would visit West Virginia. We took many trips down memory lane when we went there. I will always hold those memories close to my heart. Ever since the first time Mr. Sam met me, he called me Holly Rose. After several times of correcting him, letting him know my middle name was Lee, I finally gave it up. The other night Chris, Sam's brother in law, asked Mr. Sam if he had called me Holly Shrewsbury. I loved his answer. He said, "No, no I haven't. She's Holly Rose. That's what I call her." I will always be Holly Rose. Our best memory as a married couple will be from our wedding day. Mr. Sam might have felt horrible, but you couldn't tell. I love that I will be able to remember him as part of the most wonderful day of our lives. Mr. Sam will be greatly greatly missed, but he will not be forgotten. Sam and I appreciate your prayers and support as we are going to be going through a very tough time!