My Dad....The Best Dad Ever!!!!

On October 1, 1923 in a little house beside a canyon in the countryside west of Gracemont, Oklahoma the first child of Oscar and Essie Deason was born.  A son, Gilbert "Jack" Deason made this couple a family.  I really don't know to much about those days.  I wish I had asked more questions to my dad and my grandparents.  I know that he was a very special person.  I also know that by the time he was 4 they had moved to the hill just south of Foster School, in Grandview township.  I also know that I never had to listen to stories from him about how far he walked to school because it was only about a 1/4 mile walk down the hill for him.

Jack started to school in the fall of 1929 at Foster.  He was a 5 year old first grader.  He did not turn 6 until October 1, of that same year.  I'm guessing that he loved to learn and or he was a little nosey.  He, of course, was in a one room school house.  He listened to the teacher when she was teaching 1st grade, but also when she was teaching 2nd grade.  When school started back in 1930 he was moved up to 3rd grade.  So here he was a 6 year old 3rd grader.  I was told that he was very smart.  Too bad I didn't get those genes from him.  He attended Foster for 7 years.

At this time, the kids who went to school at Foster went on to Fort Cobb for high school. He must have met my mom when he started there in 9th grade.  She lived about 5 miles away, but Oscar and Essie went to Anadarko when they went to town and I think that Luther and Wilma went to Fort Cobb to shop and church.  Anyway, Maye was 17 and Jack was 16 when they graduated in 1940 from Fort Cobb High School.  He went to Stillwater to Oklahoma A&M and she went to Cameron in Lawton.

Dad & I when I was about 2

I don't know all of the story but I do know that Maye and Jack got married on August 16, 1942 in Lawton, Oklahoma.  One of mom's cousins and her husband went with them to find someone to marry them and were their witnesses.  Then they lived in Stillwater while dad was going to college.  Mervin was born in 1944.  Dad had come back home to farm before he ended up having to go to the Navy during WWII.

About 1968

Eventually they made their way back to that same section of land that Dad had grown up on.  David was born in 1948 and then I finally came along in 1954.  Our dad was one of those men that everyone looked up to.  He was an elder at our church in Anadarko, President of the Oney School Board, 1st President of Caddo County Farm Bureau, President of the Oklahoma Shorthorn Association, and on the National Board of Directors for the Shorthorn Association.

About 1968 with my pair of heifers.

He taught us kids so many things.  I know the boys learned many things about being a man from him.  We all worked on our farm together.  They boys had it much harder than me, but I did do my part.  My favorite memory is running down the road for 1/2 mile to ride the tractor back to the house with him.  He was always so calm.  He never raised his voice at me, never spanked me, never said an unkind work to me.  He called me Sister and he could make me feel bad for doing something wrong simply by saying "Sister you didn't need to do that."  I always wanted to please him.  He just had that effect on me.  God blessed me with the greatest dad ever.

Maye and Jack 1972

He died in 1975.  I was only 21 years old.  I only got to know him for 21 years, but they were great years.  He has been gone over 38 years.  I miss him like crazy.  I wish we had, had more time together but cherish the time we did have.  Today is his birthday so I just want to wish him "Happy Birthday" in Heaven.  I hope that Mom, Dad and Ryan are having a big party up there.

September 1975, one of the last pictures with my dad.  Ryan was a baby.

Rambunctious Ryan......Our September Baby

September 3, 1975.......The day the lives of Jackie and Mike McComas changed forever.  I know every parent says  that when a child is born, and I also know that is true of every family, that first baby does change your life forever.  No one can describe that feeling, if you are not a parent you just don't know, and yes I include parents who adopt, they definitely experience that same feeling. There are things that come close but just don't hit the nail on the head, so to speak.  I will say this though, Ryan not only changed our lives but he changed the lives of many others along the way.  He was so tiny.  He only weighed 5 pounds at birth and then when he came home he only weighed 4 pounds 12 ounces.  He didn't get on the growth chart, well, I'm not sure he ever was really on the growth chart...just kidding.  He was a bundle of life and he seemed to be able to light up the faces of all those around him.  He went 100% all day long but when he laid his head down at night, he was out.

We lived in Stillwater until he was almost 3.  When I say Ryan learned to walk I really should say when he learned to run.  He never really walked anywhere and when we bought new shoes they had to run fast.  A very dear friend always referred to him as Rambunctious Ryan.  We moved to Beggs America for 10 months before we moved back to Caddo County. Within minuets of moving to Beggs he made friends of all the neighbor kids.  His favorite was a little girl who lived a couple of houses away.  We lived 6 months in Anadarko while we worked on our house at Oney.  Sunset circle was a great place for him, but that is where he learned you were supposed to knock before you went in to people's houses.  LOL  Ryan loved living at Oney.  He played baseball, basketball, rode horses and showed pigs.  He could drive a pickup with a clutch at 5 years old....he had to stand up to see over the wheel.  He loved his two sisters to the moon and back.  He made many life long friends while we lived out there.

We moved to Washita on 72 acres in July of 1985 and he started 4th Grade in Anadarko.  It was on that 72 acres where he really grew up.  He loved living on that 72 acres of trees.  He could get up and go hunt right on his own land.  He had two buddies that lived on the 80 acres that connected to us.  We were 7 miles from town and between the 2 families we had 6 children.  There were always more that 6 out there, but they had some great times.  Ryan played baseball, basketball, golf, tennis, football and of course his real love was for Wrestling.  In the summer he loved to swim and dive.  He became a lifeguard before he was 16.  He was strong as an oxen and never had an ounce of fat on that body.

When it came to school Ryan excelled there too.  I am quite sure he didn't have the highest IQ in the class, but he truly was one of the hardest working students.  I think that some felt it came very easy for him, but he did study at home pretty much every night.  Math was something that did come easier to him than it does to some, but he always wanted more.  I think his favorite thing was languages.  He could speak, and write Spanish fluently.  At WP he learned to speak German.  He even wanted to go into Intelligence.  He was also involved in many clubs.  He was active in Boy Scouts of America, 4-H, FBLA, Spanish Club, Student Council, and I'm sure I have left out others.  He went on trips with 4-H, FBLA, and church.  Ryan loved life and he probably worked too hard to try to get everyone to like him.  Most did, but he wanted everyone to.  He was a people pleaser.  He wanted to make you smile or laugh if at all possible.

Ryan had a way of making everyone feel like they were his best friend.  I am not sure how many best friends he had.  If someone did get mad at him they never stayed that way very long.  How could you.  He would just flash that smile at you and you would melt.  He made us all proud when he graduated and decided to go to Blair Academy in Blairstown, New Jersey in order to wrestle and prepare to go to West Point.  It was very ironic that he chose to go to West Point and was accepted.  He always played like he was a soldier growing up.  Only 1200 young people are selected in each class to attend West Point....about 25,000 apply each year.  It is what you call highly selective.  Senator David Boren was the political appointment that Ryan went to West Point under.

He wrestled at Blair Academy and also at West Point.  He placed 3rd at Prep School Nationals while at Blair and lettered his plebe year at West Point.  He decided not to wrestle his Yearling year at WP.  He played 135 pound and under football in full pads.  That is where he got his concussion that lead to having PTCS.  He was at Walter Reed Hospital in Washington DC.  While home from WP on leave, he was tragically killed in a car accident on January 14, 1997.  This is how I know The Rest of the Story.  This is when I began to understand the number lives he had touched.

There were over 1000 people at his funeral.  West Point sent Dr. Robert Smith, Ryan's adopted family father, to give us his certificate of Graduation with the class of 1999.  At the memorial service they had for Ryan at West Point several of his friends spoke.  His roommate sang and another close friend spoke and referred to a song that Billy Dean sang entitled Once In a While.  If you've never heard it you should listen to it.  My heart was broken, but also full to know that his friends felt that way about him.  I know that Ryan truly was a gift from God.  He only lived a short 21 years but he accomplished more in that time than many do in twice that time.  There were people who named their children after him and many more who sent letters, called and came to visit us just to tell us how much he meant to them.

His dad and I really did our best to instill the values we had been raised with, but it's hard to take credit for the man he turned out to be, I really do think God sent him to us.  He was here for a reason and I'm very sure that he accomplished what he was here for.  Even though it has been almost 18 years, I think that maybe he is still having an impact on those who knew him.  I still have people tell me things he did that had an influence on their lives.  I miss him every day but I also know that he is with the Father and I know I would never ask him to come back.  I do wish I could see him, the song One More Day pretty much sums up how I feel.  What most parents who have lost a child wouldn't do to just have one more day with their child.  I take comfort  in knowing that I will be reunited with Ryan one day and in knowing that he is in a much better place.  I am just thankful that God picked me to be his mom. It's hard to believe it's been 18 years since we celebrated his 21st birthday, which would turn out to be his last birthday here with us.  He would be 39 years old this year.  That's hard to even imagine.  He will be forever 21 to us.  So today all that I can do is wish Rambunctious Ryan Happy Birthday in Heaven!!!! 

Prayers for Angie.....She is a Warrior!!!!!

On Thursday morning August 14, 2014 our family woke up to the news that Angie, my nephew Brian's wife, was in ICU at Baptist Integris Hospital in Oklahoma City.  She was literally on death's door.  The doctors just really didn't think she had a chance to make it.  There were so many questions; How did she contract Bacterial Spinal Meningitis? She's young, healthy and active.  She works as a nutritionist at the very hospital she's now fighting for her life in.

I felt very helpless.....What could I do to help.......I gave great thought before I  turned to Social Media...... but I decided to get on FB and ask all my friends to please pray for this dear, sweet person.  I asked for prayers for the doctors to find the right medicine to treat Angie.  I knew that all things are possible with God.  I knew he hears all prayers. Not long after I posted for prayers, people started commenting, promising to pray for Angie.

Then I got a private message from another dear, sweet person....Alison Francis Whitney.  She ask me to read an article she had sent to me.  She then ask if it would be ok for her to go talk to Angie's husband about a DNA test that her company could run which in turn could help identify the bacteria that had caused this infection in Angie.  Alison dropped what she was doing, contacted her partner and they were off to the hospital in OKC.  I won't go in to details but Alison talked to Angie's family & her doctors.  She called her boss and he drove Angie's samples to the lab in Lubbock, Texas.

Friday morning within 20 minutes of each other the news came in from the tests in Lubbock & the tests that the ER doctor at the Yukon Ingetris Hospital had run.  That doctor was really on top of things by recognizing Angie's Symptoms as Spinal Meningitis and transferring her to the main hospital in OKC.  The doctors then knew that the bacteria was Strep A Bacterial Meningitis.  It is my understanding that only 6 other people have been diagnosed with this exact illness, none of which survived.  The doctors were treating her with a broad spectrum antibiotic, and they found out that this particular drug had not been effective on the other 6 cases.  They needed a more specific medication.  They could now do this, because they knew what they were fighting.  They changed the medications and Angie began to improve ever so slowly at first.

A week later and Angie is still with us.  She is much improved.  The fight is far from over and we know things can change but we choose to count on all the prayers and God to bring her through this.  There will probably be some neurological damage but we are praying that Angie can keep baffling the doctors and beat all the odds.

There are many people who have had a hand in Angie being able to keep fighting this battle..... The ER doctor at Yukon Integris Hospital, the great doctors, at least 7 of them, at the OKC Baptist Integris Hospital, the wonderful nurses and staff who have taken such excellent care of her and of course all the friends and family who have helped by calling, texting, coming by and most of all for the prayers.  So many people have prayed for Angie and we know God has heard and continues to hear those prayers.

We thank God that he has placed Angie in the right place at the right time so she can win this battle...Thank You God!!!!!

I myself can't thank Alison Whitney and the people she works with and for enough.  They made a special trip to Lubbock, stayed late to keep the lab open and went in on the weekend to read more tests.  They didn't ask anything in return.  They just wanted to help save Angie's life.  How can we ever repay that ..... Alison, I love you to the moon and back.  You have definitely reaffirmed my faith in humanity... People do care.

Thanks again to all of you who have been praying......Keep Praying for Angie.....Prayer works and you never know how it's going to be answered.