Let me give you a little insight into my dad, Cecil Lewis.

I hope I don’t give the impression that Cecil Lewis was an outlaw or something. He was, what can I say, he was Cecil Lewis.

Truly a one of a kind. If he liked you he’d do anything for you, if he didn’t like you, he’d still do anything for you.

He was liked by most people, respected by many but people knew to give him a wide berth.
I owe much of my success to him. Not only in the things he taught me to do, but in the things I learned not to do.

He was the nicest yet meanest guy you ever met.

He was tough yet had a tender heart.
He was a good story teller but not always a very good listener.
He loved his sons but was always hard on us.

When he and my mother took on Joy and Jan to raise (their mother, a sister to my mother – was killed in a horrible car wreck just months before I graduated from High School). He morphed into a different person in the raising of his girls. It was sweet and amazing to watch.

The stories of Cecil Lewis are never ending. Bonnie Gay (he almost always addressed her that way) was the only person that could really cause him to stand at attention. She was a small lady, but had grit and determination.
She was the glue that held us all together regardless of what happened. It’s been 30 years since she left us and I miss her daily.

Cec lasted about 5 years more years, but never really adapted to life without her.

I can honestly say that, while I missed him, his drinking had put a strain on our relationship in his later years. It made it easier to cope with his passing.

Now with recalling all the stories about him, it makes me finally really start to miss him.

So please understand that I don’t tell these stories to disparage him in any way. They are told because he can’t. If he were here, he would be telling them, with laughter mixed in, like only Cecil Lewis could do.

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