Herbert W. "Bud" Hewit
Third Husband of Opal Audrey Flanders Hill Lemire Hewit,
~WW2 VETERAN~
Father of Rod Hewit and Step-Father of Bev Gillihan.
Herb died after a heroic battle with Cancer.
He was a kind, compassionate and caring man who was loved by his family and all who knew him. He will be terribly missed for his humor, wisdom and those wonderful hugs.
His last wish was to be cremated and his ashes scattered along the interstate highway which he drove his entire life as a trucker.
"Hats off to the man who drives a truck.
He battles traffic, dust and muck.
He pushes through with heavy loads
No matter what or where the roads.
His life is one of sleepless nights;
Of facing thoughtless undimmed lights;
Of countless flats, of juggling spares,
Of changing tires with lighted flares,
Of loading produce, oil and freight
To haul away to some other state.
For on the road we've found you fair
And hope that some day you'll wind "up there".
And when you climb those golden stairs,
We hope you find no use for flares.
Just go to the gates -- and walk right through
And get that sleep that's long past due." (Author Unknown)
Note: I have no idea what other family Herb might have out there but I would love to correspond with anyone who knew him. I have been told that Herb had "another" family somewhere, if so I would like to meet them.
Third Husband of Opal Audrey Flanders Hill Lemire Hewit,
~WW2 VETERAN~
Father of Rod Hewit and Step-Father of Bev Gillihan.
Herb died after a heroic battle with Cancer.
He was a kind, compassionate and caring man who was loved by his family and all who knew him. He will be terribly missed for his humor, wisdom and those wonderful hugs.
His last wish was to be cremated and his ashes scattered along the interstate highway which he drove his entire life as a trucker.
"Hats off to the man who drives a truck.
He battles traffic, dust and muck.
He pushes through with heavy loads
No matter what or where the roads.
His life is one of sleepless nights;
Of facing thoughtless undimmed lights;
Of countless flats, of juggling spares,
Of changing tires with lighted flares,
Of loading produce, oil and freight
To haul away to some other state.
For on the road we've found you fair
And hope that some day you'll wind "up there".
And when you climb those golden stairs,
We hope you find no use for flares.
Just go to the gates -- and walk right through
And get that sleep that's long past due." (Author Unknown)
Note: I have no idea what other family Herb might have out there but I would love to correspond with anyone who knew him. I have been told that Herb had "another" family somewhere, if so I would like to meet them.
Herbert W. "Bud" Hewit
Third Husband of Opal Audrey Flanders Hill Lemire Hewit,
~WW2 VETERAN~
Father of Rod Hewit and Step-Father of Bev Gillihan.
Herb died after a heroic battle with Cancer.
He was a kind, compassionate and caring man who was loved by his family and all who knew him. He will be terribly missed for his humor, wisdom and those wonderful hugs.
His last wish was to be cremated and his ashes scattered along the interstate highway which he drove his entire life as a trucker.
"Hats off to the man who drives a truck.
He battles traffic, dust and muck.
He pushes through with heavy loads
No matter what or where the roads.
His life is one of sleepless nights;
Of facing thoughtless undimmed lights;
Of countless flats, of juggling spares,
Of changing tires with lighted flares,
Of loading produce, oil and freight
To haul away to some other state.
For on the road we've found you fair
And hope that some day you'll wind "up there".
And when you climb those golden stairs,
We hope you find no use for flares.
Just go to the gates -- and walk right through
And get that sleep that's long past due." (Author Unknown)
Note: I have no idea what other family Herb might have out there but I would love to correspond with anyone who knew him. I have been told that Herb had "another" family somewhere, if so I would like to meet them.
Third Husband of Opal Audrey Flanders Hill Lemire Hewit,
~WW2 VETERAN~
Father of Rod Hewit and Step-Father of Bev Gillihan.
Herb died after a heroic battle with Cancer.
He was a kind, compassionate and caring man who was loved by his family and all who knew him. He will be terribly missed for his humor, wisdom and those wonderful hugs.
His last wish was to be cremated and his ashes scattered along the interstate highway which he drove his entire life as a trucker.
"Hats off to the man who drives a truck.
He battles traffic, dust and muck.
He pushes through with heavy loads
No matter what or where the roads.
His life is one of sleepless nights;
Of facing thoughtless undimmed lights;
Of countless flats, of juggling spares,
Of changing tires with lighted flares,
Of loading produce, oil and freight
To haul away to some other state.
For on the road we've found you fair
And hope that some day you'll wind "up there".
And when you climb those golden stairs,
We hope you find no use for flares.
Just go to the gates -- and walk right through
And get that sleep that's long past due." (Author Unknown)
Note: I have no idea what other family Herb might have out there but I would love to correspond with anyone who knew him. I have been told that Herb had "another" family somewhere, if so I would like to meet them.
