August 3, 1939 – February 15, 2015
Donald “Don” R. Slaight 75 of Chalk Bluff, passed away Sunday, February 15, 2015 at 10:08 pm with his loving family by his side.
Services to celebrate his life will be held at New Beginnings Christian Fellowship Baptist Church, located at 6328 Gholson Road, Waco, Texas on Thursday, February 19, 2015 at 6:00pm.
Don was a great husband, father, and the hardest working man you would ever meet. He enjoyed the outdoors whether it was piddling in his workshop, on the tractor, or messing with his farm animals. Don was born August 3, 1939 in Denver, Colorado. He served in the United States Navy and after the Navy went into construction because he loved working with his hands. He went from a foreman, to being a superitendant for many years. He was currently employed with Wm. Taylor & Co. General Contractors of Waco. He had worked for TNT Construction Company for many years prior. He is preceded in death by his son, Donald Raymond Slaight Jr., his mother, Bernice Mabel (McGiness) Hinds, and his step son, Daniel Ray Glenn.
He is survived by his loving and devoted wife of 17 years, Joyce Slaight; 3 daughters, Eve Joy and husband Bruce Jr., Cherie Hudson and husband Kelly, and Diane Jackson and husband Chris; 2 step daughters, Beverly Gamber and husband Bart; and Lisa Smith-Curtean and husband Isaia. He also has 19 grandchildren and 19 great grandchildren.
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Its not good bye Don its i will see you later.You was a veery good friend and im glad to have meant you.You made me laugh and you always had a smile on your face.may you rest in heaven …love and hugs from earth to heaven….R.I.P.TILL WE MEET AGAIN MY FRIEND…..
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal. Lifting you up in prayer each and every day.
All is grace~
Don, I have never met anyone like you and probably never will again. I love you so much and appreciate everything you have done for me and our family. My heart is broken but please know I will make sure Mother is taken care of. Thank you for being my Dad and loving my Mother. We will meet again. Keep an eye on Danny for me.
When someone you love becomes a memory, their memory becomes a treasure, Don you were loved by so many people that your treasure is abundant in all of our hearts.
We love you and will miss you so very much goodbye my friend my uncle until we meet again.
Don. I can’t begin to tell you how much you will be missed. You have been my Father for sixteen years. I didn’t realize what I had been missing till I met you. You may be gone from this earth but you will always be with me.
Beverly, Bart and Family! I’m sorry to hear of your your families loss. Sending thoughts and prayers your way. May God Bless and comfort you through the difficult times in the coming days.
Don you were the only Grandfather I’ve ever known and I could not have asked for a better man to be in that role. Your work here is done. Try not to work too hard up there.
Poppa Don,
You we’re truly a wonderful man… I’m so thankful I had the 30 minutes in the kitchen with you 2 weeks ago. You told me you was proud of me and had I know that moment would be the last time I was in your presence, I would be made so much more memorable. Thank you for being my grandpa and thank you for loving us, thank you for taking care of Mammie. I love you old man…. You are gone but never forgotten, I promise you will continue to look down and be proud. RIP Poppa Don. You are missed.
When I first met you, I knew I’d like you right of way. It was the eyes, the eyes are a man’s window to his soul. As time went on and I got to know you, I realized, you might be short in stature comparing to me, but you are a Giant. You were quiet most of the time, but when you spoke, you spoke volume. You did not stand for much bullcrap and were not afraid to let one know it. From the many hours we spent together working on the farm cleaning the fence line, tending to the animals, working on the house or in the shop, I learned a lot about you, as well as from you. You never asked for help no matter how big your project was but I paid attention and showed up to help. I did it because it was a pleasure to be around you, and because we are too much alike. You were my project partner, new designs critic, teacher, guide, and an all around great guy to be working with. I couldn’t wait for 4 o’clock to see you back your truck in your spot and come show you my new creations, ask for your opinion, as well as to hear about your day in the same field we shared so much in common. You will be greatly missed. No saw, no drill, no weed eater, no wood will ever sound or smell the same without your voice or the smell of your darn cigarette. Rest in peace my dear friend and father in law.
Hey Don,
We had a hell of a time working on the Navasota project, it was hell. I learned so much from you and I felt like I was talking to my grandpa every time I talked with you. If I would have ever thought I would have not seen you again before I left WTC, I would have left different. I feel so guilty now, and I miss talking to you. I wish I could have seen you again.
SWC