January 3, 1924 - April 3, 2023
Delbert was quite proud of his association with Kansas Authors Club. We began writing letters when I took over management of the KAC membership list and asked him to check in yearly as an octogenarian. He shared news of his move from his home to an assisted living facility.
"I intend for this to be a short note only to confirm our relationship in the KAC," he wrote in May of 2022, my last letter from him. "I look at our troubled world and consider all others as brothers and sisters in a broad way." His letters were always signed, "On my way HOME."
Delbert shared this story in the 2021 KAC Yearbook.
It happened like this: On July 15, 2020, a very warm day, I had just finished mowing a heavy part of our lawn on my riding mower, leaving behind scattered mowed grass to blight my mowing job. I had raked up piles for pickup by the sanitation crew on Friday. This 96-year-old body felt it necessary to rest a bit, so I sat down on a rock ledge near a huge reddish rock in the shade in our front yard.
After probably ten minutes, I tried to get up and proceed on my project only to fall backwards and I simply laid there before making another try. I did not strike my head on the huge rock, for which I am grateful. As I was struggling to stand once again, I heard a young voice say, “Are you OK? Do you need help?” I felt his hand on my arm and as I placed my hand on his shoulder, I was aware that a helping young man had come to my aid.
I thanked him sincerely and said, “I think I can make it now.” He said, “Are you sure?” He returned to his waiting buddy and they cycled off on their way.
My daughter, Jan Gauntt, made a plea on Facebook for possible info on who this good Samaritan might be. Kathy Rice got a little closer with enquiries with her neighborhood group and got some results. The young boy’s name is Aiden Roberts, 12 years old. His father’s name is Dustin. I was informed that they had been vacationing since the incident and would be contacting me later, but no word yet.
I want to thank Aiden’s folks and him for having such an observing, kind son--stuff a real man is made of in part. This is a promising attribute of our Lord’s command to love one another. I would relish knowing Aiden and his parents better.
Now you’ve heard the rest of the story.
“On my way home”