Tuesday, May 7, 2013

RIP Donald Coston

My grandfather was a complicated man, in a complicated world. He was one of the last of his generation, someone who grew up tough, and stayed tough. He was a Navy vet of World War II, having survived hanging off the side of an torpedoed ship that thankfully did not sink, but instead listed to its side. After the war, he returned home to Phelps, NY to run the Williamson & Coston company, married my grandmother, and watched the world change around him over his 87 years. Yet Don, stayed Don.

My favorite memories are of the cottage on Panther Lake that my dad's parents kept. Of the sports discussions we often had. Of the Victrola that I convinced him to give me, and not turn it into firewood.  There are many things I received from Don Coston, and grandma Jean. Not all of them are physical, but they all mean something. And today, as I recognize Don's passing, they all mean a lot.

What is the measure of a life? The stories of what one did, or the interaction we had with others? Sometimes, it is what we leave behind. Donald Coston left behind three sons, and many grandkids, and great-grandkids to carry on the family name. Of which I am one of them, as his oldest grandson. And that is something I will always be thankful for.

RIP Don. Sleep, and sail away at peace.
May 7, 2013

1 comment:

  1. Daniel, thank you for this loving memorial to my Uncle Don. Thank you for reminding us of the difficult times that your grandparents and my parents grew up in. All of my memories of Uncle Don, your grandfather are of a sweet, loving man who always made me smile and warmed my heart. I too remember Panther lake :-)...Uncle Don tried to help me learn to water sky on that lake. He and Aunt Jean were always so kind to me (probably because I was the only girl cousin on the Griffee side of the family). I hope you will never forget your loving grandparents and will continue to share your memories and their stories. I'm sure their spirit is living on through. Namaste! your cousin, Pam