Megs Lewis
“It is what it is.” Anyone who spent any time with Shawn not only heard him say this often, but also saw him live it. He didn’t feel the need to mend fences. He just accepted, let it go and moved on.
Shawn was a part of my life for many years. He could fix just about anything, could build just about anything – and sometimes he even did it with a smile. No one could throw a hammer like Shawn! He was tight-lipped and did not trust easily. He touched many lives. Beneath a somewhat rough exterior, lived a heart of gold. I do not remember a time when he said “No” to someone who asked for his help. He was loyal. He was a hard worker. He was kind without being mushy. The role he played in our family business contributed to its success. His support was unwavering, especially in our saddest hours. He was unpretentious, never put on airs, never pretended to be someone he wasn’t. He lived life on his own terms, and died that way, too: quietly and without a fuss.
I like to think he’s not gone; he’s just gone ahead.