JACOB DAWSON 1984 – 2017

There is an empty spot in the Dawson family – Jacob, my brother Larry’s son has passed on. Yes it is tough for a parent to see their child go before them, but our family has the blessing and promise of a better life for Jacob from our Lord.
I didn’t know Jacob as well as I did the two girls, but Larry and I talked all the time. Now in death I have learned so much more about Jacob and how truly special he was in his life, the friends he had and how he lived life.
I would see Jacob once in a while visiting Larry & Sue – mostly when they lived in Eagle and later on when visiting them in Prineville, Oregon. The things I remember most about Jacob was his smile, even as a little kid he always had a big smile on his face. I also noticed he loved to play card games and was great at them, along with making pizza.
Larry would tell me of the times he and Jacob would take the horses out and ride. They also went hunting and had great times at this. He also loved to be around his nephews and when the three of them were around Jacob his face really lit up.
Jacob was a guy to himself, in the way it took some doing to really get to know him. But it has only now been after his illness and all the postings made for him did I really learn how extensive his “family” was in Prineville. I can tell the church was the center of his life and doing for others was his main focus.
After Jacob had his stroke, Larry and I were talking. I remember him saying he didn’t know how much a guy could take. I automatically thought about Job. Job was a man with un-shaking faith in God. The devil told God he could make Job denounce Him. God told him go ahead and try, but one thing, he couldn’t take Job’s life. Job’s faith never wavered, Jacob’s faith never did either, even to the end he knew he was in God’s plan and however it played out was what he was going to accept.
I am thankful for Facebook because it was there that Jacob and I finally connected. I found many times he would “like” a post I put up. He even replied to me several times when Tabitha posted he had a part in the local theater. I could tell he really enjoyed this. I am so thankful for finally getting this connection with him.
Yes we all are going to miss Jacob very much, but I feel him is smiling now as he is no longer depended on a machine to live. He would want us to get back to our daily lives and remember the good times with him. Sometimes I feel our sorrows are for ourselves in the fact we don’t hear his voice, see his face, but we need not be. All we have to do is look around at all the thing and people’s lives Jacob touched, and he touched many. I lost my Dad in 1979, yet my Dad is with me every day in the things he did and said. Likewise Jacob will always be with each one of us in the things he did, said and the life he lived.
Jacob – your life was just as long as it was planned. You lived a full life and enjoyed it. You enjoyed helping people and never once did I ever hear you complain about the row you had to hoe. Thank you for being here and blessing our lives. One day we will all be together again – that we know.

NEVER TOO LATE

This has been the story of my life – the things I want to do or enjoy have always come later in life. I guess through it all I have learned it is never too late to do something.
I wanted to join the army and fly, but 1 December, 1974 put a stop to that – I took a ricochet from a pistol in my right eye ending my flying and delaying my military career until late in life – age 26. By this time most guys have enlisted and completed eight or nine years. When I went to basic training I was called “old man” as I was the oldest in my platoon. Yet even with the late start and not getting to do what I really wanted to do I managed to have a Reserve career spanning over 22 years and I achieved the rank of Sergeants Major and now enjoy a retirement. In a way I felt a little left out as I already had a civilian career under way, but I was privileged to serve my country and contribute as I feel everyone should.
I’d been married and got divorced in 1984. After living in Pasco, Washington for a year, I moved back to Idaho and somehow got into riding saddle bronc. Here I am in my late twenties starting something which is a young man’s game (much younger than me). At my age most rough stock riders are in the second half of their career. I had a ball. I traveled to central Oregon, Northern Nevada, and many rodeos in Idaho. I didn’t make any money, but one thing I can tell you – there is nothing like coming out of the chute on that eight second ride!
I was around 30yrs old when my brother and I took a hunting trip with our horses in to the Salmon River Wilderness area in Central Idaho. While there I got offered a job as a guide and packer. On our way out my brother asked me, “You’re going to take that job aren’t you?” I replied, “You bet, this job has been offered to me and it is one most guys would give their right arm to do. Lots of guys pay to go to guide schools to get a job”. So began another episode in my life – professional guide/packer. I will have to say it was the best time of my life, so good I wrote a book about it.
Low and behold at age 36 I up and move to Denmark, half way around the world. The clincher to my move was there was an Army Reserve Command in Germany so I didn’t have to give up my long range goal of a military retirement. So here I planted roots and started a business as a farrier. Late in life I am beginning all over again. It was hard work and there were also hard times but I stayed with it and soon was able to enjoy a nice life.
My job in the army was infantry, but my war didn’t come until the end of my career. I was in year 19 when I answered the call to war. In 2003 I deployed and wouldn’t get back home for about 14 months. The worst part was I didn’t get to do what I was trained to do. I would have rather been in an infantry unit up front fighting the enemy, yet I ended up in the rear as the Rear G3 Sergeants Major of V Corps, doing a job we combat arms guys always detest, but I did my job to the best of my ability. After I moved up to Baghdad, I made contacts with an infantry platoon and was able to go out on night patrol with one of their squads. It was great, just being one of the guys, not in charge of anything, just taking care of my sector. I was out with these guys every chance I got, at minimum once a week. At age 47 I was finally getting to do what I was trained to do and enjoyed every minute.
So now I reach another late in life challenge – farrier competition. Last year I got talked into going to Las Vegas to attend the final for the World Championship of Blacksmiths. I entered the novice class, at first did I feel stupid – an old guy in this class with a bunch of young farriers, but no one said anything about it. I had a great time. I told a friend of mine I wanted to go back again this coming December so he said he would help me. I am not the best at forging. I can make shoes I need for the horses I work on, but for competition it takes lots of practice, practice. I got problems with my shoulders and arms, but it is fun and I am going to do it. I have just entered another competition in June, so I am pounding iron. Again I am entered in a lower class and will find myself against lots of younger farriers. I am having a good time and figure if I don’t do it now I may not have another chance.
We only go through life one time. If I’d put off things because I was too old, I would have missed out on so many good times in life. Yea, many times it is late in life, but at least I gave it a shot and had fun. After all, what is life if we don’t have some fun?