Till my last day- Justin Moore

"Til My Last Day"

People say I'm just a rough boy
I ain't no good for you girl
It's a dead end street, tryin' to love me
Yeah, I'll wreck your world
I can see why they're all talkin'
Lookin' back at my past
I've got a bad name, but a man can change
I'm livin' proof of that

Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you

Baby I might meet all my friends
Shoot the bull, have a beer or two
But you know I'll be the first one to leave
In a hurry to get to you
Somewhere deep inside your angel eyes
I found a place to rest,
Don't ever doubt that I'll be around,
And baby don't you ever forget

Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Darlin' yes I will

Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Oh babe, til my last day 

 

I just wanted to spend a little time to tell you a bit about my soul mate, my sunshine, the love of my life. First, let's talk about how we met. I was always the girl that was fine being single. You look for so long until you finally give up. I met Wes when I was happy with my life. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone. I had graduated college, had a good job, had my own place, and was content with life. Every Friday night a group of us use to play poker. Wes would come every now and then. So that's how we met...poker night. I was a much better poker player than he was, but he would never admit it. After a few times at Friday night poker, Wes and I became friends. It was my 24th birthday at our friend's house when he asked for my number. We started hanging out more and got to know each other. He told me about his son who I couldn't wait to meet. Wes made me wait though. We dated for over 2 months before I got to meet Trent. Wes later told me he wanted to be sure of our relationship before he introduced us. I immediately fell in love with Trent. It took a little longer for Wes. That summer we all spent a great deal of time together. Hurricane Ike hit that fall, and my house was damaged. It was then Wes asked me to move in. He asked Trent first. Trent said, "Good, she's here all the time anyway." We created our family at our first home in Nome. My 26th birthday rolled around. Wes was acting very weird. He always made my birthday great, but he didn't have anything planned this time. I was frustrated so I invited a few friends over before he came home from work. When Wes came home he asked everyone to leave. I got so nervous. I thought he was about to break up with me. He asked me to stay in the living room while he made dinner. Well, it didn't take long because about 5 minutes later he was walking into the living room with a plate of Buffalo Wild Wings. He handed me my plate and then dropped to one knee. He started telling me how much he loved me, and how much Trent did too. He told me that he couldn't picture their family without me in it. It was then he pulled a small white box out of his pocket. I immediately felt nauseous. Here I was thinking I was about to get kicked out, and now he's proposing. Of course I said yes!!! I always wondered how that moment would go, but Wes knew me very well. Wings and a ring got this girl. The planning began, the wedding came, and our life began. I wish I knew then that our time would be limited so I could pour myself into our relationship. Wes made all my dreams come true.

       A little about my guy. Wes was a tall man. I loved when he hugged me and towered over me. I felt so safe and secure. The best part of Wes was his humor. He made me laugh constantly. In a relationship that was one of my top priorities. I see Trent developing Wes' sense of humor. Even when he made me mad he always seemed to make me laugh. Most of the time it was because he would reach up and turn off his hearing aid so he couldn't hear my nagging. That got me every time. Wes was a very loving man. He loved me the most when I deserved it the least. He loved his family and I saw that from the beginning of our relationship. He was a great father. Trent's needs always came before his own. Wes was always striving to be a better man. He knew when he made mistakes, and always made things right. One of his favorite things to do was to cook. He cooked good too. He made Paula Dean happy. His food was so rich and full of butter. He definitely made it difficult when I tried to diet. He was a MESS in the kitchen though. It got to the point that when he cooked I was not allowed in the kitchen. I would always be in there cleaning, and apparently I was in his way. He would use every pot and pan we had, and every meal had to have some kind of homemade gravy, so flour would be everywhere. When he cooked it drove me crazy, but in the end it was always worth it. Every meal he made had a story behind it. It was something he created, or something he learned from a family member. He always tried to recreate his sisters concoctions, but I never told him that he never quite nailed it. I always told him it was the best I ever had. Besides cooking Wes loved to work on our house. The last home we lived in Wes had all kinds of plans for. Some of them happened and others were just a dream. His pride and joy of the last house was the fire pit he made. He welded the box and mortared in white rock. It was beautiful, and he was so proud. When I moved that was the most important thing...I HAD to bring his fire pit with me. Wes worked hard to provide for our family. He made all of his dreams come true. He had his family, a nice home, and 5 days before he died he got his dream job. He worked so very hard to achieve his dreams. He gave all of himself to give us a good life. Until his last day he sacrificed to provide for others. Wes was a transplant patient. He had 2 kidney and a pancreas transplant. I always knew that our life together wouldn't last for 50 years, but I thought I would have more time with him. The day he passed I was asked if Wes was a donor. As far as I knew he couldn't being a transplant patient. Well, as I found out he could be a donor. He could donate tissues, blood vessels, and bones. Knowing Wes I knew the right decision. His life was saved by others generosity, and I knew he would want to be part of that. I received a letter recently saying that so far Wes' donation has helped over 50 people. I know that he would be proud of that. I could sit here all day and go on and on about him. I'll tell you more later. Wes in a nut shell was kind, loving, funny, a great father and husband, a hard worker, a loyal friend and son, very caring brother, and determined. The people that knew him are grateful they had the chance. I sure am.

Always loving him,

Stella