In Loving Memory Of My Dad James Stewart

James Stewart is my father. The father of three children and 6 siblings. My father, the man who aided me when I had the chickenpox and I cried in his arms for comfort. My father, who played the bongos with a band or on the street with strangers without hesitation. My father, who could talk to anyone and people gravitated towards him. My father, who drew amazing pictures of his beloved Redskins because to him every year they won the superbowl! My father, who grew up in a time where the world was too cruel, but he decided to make the best of what he could. My father who left me too soon in a chapter that I never thought would end. My father who I will never get to hear that contagious laugh again, but I will always have my memories. Lastly, to my father, who has taught me to love those you hold dear and ones you don't because we are never promised here. My father, who I wish to have the funeral and burial that would be his wishes. I ask for help in whatever you can.