Rest in Peace Dustin

Dustin Paul Larson
1981-2007

Tuesday, October 23, 2007
GERLAW - Dustin Paul Larson, 26, of Gerlaw, died at 6:55 p.m. Sunday (Oct. 21, 2007) at OSF Holy Family Medical Center, Monmouth, Ill.

He was born Oct. 12, 1981, in Monmouth, Ill., the son of John and Paula (Bushong) Larson. He was raised and educated in Monmouth and attended Monmouth High School.

Dustin worked at Farmland as a forklift driver since 1999. He enjoyed 4 wheeling and following and attending NASCAR events. But most of all he loved spending time with his son.
Surviving are his son, Logan Larson of Monmouth; mother, Paula (Tim) Lay of Monmouth; father, John Larson of Little York; one sister, Mary Beth (Matt) Giddings of Kirkwood; one brother, Brian (Suzanna) Larson of Monmouth; maternal grandparents, Stewart (Mary) Bushong of Monmouth; paternal grandparents, Phil (Dixie) Larson of Little York; several aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins.

He was preceded in death by his stepgrandparents and great-grandparents.
Funeral service will be 10 a.m. Wednesday, Oct. 24, at Hoover-Hall Memorial Chapel, Monmouth, with the Rev. Ken Muck of Countryside Bible Church officiating. Burial will be in Monmouth Cemetery. Friends may call on today, Oct. 23, at Hoover-Hall Memorial Chapel, Monmouth, where his family will be present from 6-8 p.m.

Memorials may be given to the Logan Larson Trust Fund.

That phone call you don't ever want to get

7:20pm Sunday night

My step-dad calls. My cousin Dustin died in an atv accident.

I haven't seen my cousin in a few years, but it still stings. I don't know any other details right now, and I'm waiting for my mom to call me later on to fill me in.

You never know when, or how, you might go. I'm 31 and I still have that arrogant sense of "I'm going to live forever."

In the midst of what will turn out to be a busy week, I sit down tonight at home and just rest. I don't really have the energy to do much more than that. The tired feeling has returned and I'm not sure why. It could be the fall out from my late Saturday night fixing a client's computer, or it could be the weather change and my body is trying to fight off my fall bought of bronchitis. Work hasn't been terribly difficult that last couple days, as I'm in Waukesha; there are busy times, but for the most part, it's calm.

Business meeting at church tomorrow night

I think Thursday is open

Friday, picking up a bedframe with Holly, then off to set up Upward registration, which is Saturday.

Saturday, I have a client scheduled. I was planning on going to Chicago that night for a birthday party, but now I'm not so sure.

Anxious. That's how I feel. Anxious. Maybe that's what's draining me.

a night at home to reflect

As usual, I've had alot on my mind lately.

opportunities....some of which I may share later.

Starting Monday, I'm back at the main office in Brookfield for work...it makes what I do much easier without having to worry about leaving Joe by himself at the store.

I've put over 1600 miles on my car in 3 weeks.

I've had a few people tell me that they miss me lately. I miss them too.

so....what's new with you??

not much here...same soup different bowl for the most part.

not on the road as much this month for work.

bought a new car a couple weeks back....the Explorer was just too thirsty...the Focus is much nicer on gas.

Chicago was fun...pictures soon...

places of interest...

So, this is at least part of my Friday with Holly, photographing these locations...


I'm still trying to find the Adams Street Bridge...

things on my mind...

The prevailing thought I have lately is to be pro-active. So often in my life, I've been able to draft off someone else and help broaden their experience/ministry, and I get to be part of it without being the one who spearheads things. I'm told by those close to me that I am a leader; that people will listen to me, and perhaps follow me, and yet, I do nothing. I wait.

I stepped out of 4:12 (the college and career ministry at my church), not because I felt too old, but because I felt it was time to do something else. I feel a pull towards men's ministry, yet there isn't much of that currently. I want to help get something going, but will it be as one who heads it up, or as one who helps enable those who lead?. I wait.

I love Holly more than even I can describe with words. We both know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together, and we've talked of wedding plans and looked at rings and so on and so on. I don't have the money for a ring, nor have I asked her dad for her hand in marriage. I wait.

I enjoy my job, even when there are snags. I'm told that, in time, I'll be given a store to manage. I continue to learn more about the products I sell and how to do my job better. I wait.

At what point do I stop waiting, and start doing? What do I have to be afraid of? I don't feel afraid or fearful, just uncertain. Uncertain of what step to take, to make a mistake, to do something wrong; and yet, waiting in and of itself feels wrong. Perhaps this is why I don't sleep at night...My conscious is not clean, filled with doubt and guilt. I know that the grace of God covers a multitude of sins, but I don't accept that grace. Instead, I somehow think that given enough time, by waiting, the answer will just appear.

So....I don't think I'm THIS conservative....but I found this hilarious :P

Surviving State Fair

ok..so I live across the street from the Wisconsin State Fair. To be honest, it really hasn't bothered me much..

however, there IS a reason I'm posting this...

it seems that everyone who owns a house within 10 block of State Fair is renting their lawn for parking. I walked across the street to get a burger tonight, and coming home, I noticed that people put ramps down, so the renters wouldn't have a hard time hopping the curb.

Also...

Everyone is out, flagging people down to park in their yard...old people, kids, dogs....all with flags to get your attention. They look right at you, expectantly. News Flash...I live here!!!

Aside from that, it's been fine. The noise peaks around 11pm. I'm used to Harley's racing down 84th or Greenfield at this point, so that doesn't bother me so much.

At least these people aren't around when I'm leaving for work in the morning...

seasons

So this whole growing up thing feels overrated...I'm not really fond of bills, getting out of bed before the crack of noon, doing dishes or anything like that...

yet

I enjoy my paycheck, I don't mind getting up for work and I like my truck.

31 doesn't feel old most days, but then again, it feels older than I've ever been

The decisions I make now tend be "feel" more adult. I've stepped out of one group at church to, hopefully, grow another one. It wasn't that I didn't feel welcome anymore, but I felt time for a change...as if to take another step into adult hood. Sounds funny coming from me, doesn't it?

now 5:30am doesn't sound so early, and bed at 10:30pm feels late. I find myself enjoying quiet evenings, just the ballgame on in the background; or the lakefront at sundown, just before it cools off too much; dinner with Holly...

I don't know that my character or personality will change much...after all, I'm Chad freakin' Hohner...there's only one and one is more than enough...but how that character and personality comes out may be different...with tact and substance I hope.

just another day

just another Wednesday in my life with nothing too exciting to report.

changes at work perhaps? I'll know more (officially) soon.

other adjustments? My Sunday evenings are now open.

gas prices suck.

More lies from Moore

More lies from Moore

An article I am across today

vacation!!

I have the next few days off as I'm taking some vacation from work. I picked this time of year as we already get 4th of July off, so why not extend it and take off the 2nd and 3rd as well?

I walked into work this morning, knowing that I had a half day, then off for about a week. To my surprise, the guy the swings around and covers stores is there. I was told he wasn't available, and that Joe would need to cover the store by himself after I left at noonish. So I got the whole day off.

tonight, "Much Ado About Nothing" out in Spring Green, tomorrow night, Chicago with Holly. Tuesday fireworks at the lakefront. Everything else is wide open at this point.

I'm hoping to capitalize on my time off and get some projects taken care of. I've got a couple of computers on my bench to finish up, and hopefully I can schedule some clients as well.

What's new with you? Maybe it's summer, but it seems like some blogs I read have slowed down...mine was no exception. Drop me a line :)

Father's Day??

cat jokes

there's a meme on the internet now regarding cats....this is one of them

is this good or bad?

best of craigslist : Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...

best of craigslist : Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...

'nuff said

CrunchNotes » Nicely Done

CrunchNotes » Nicely Done

worth a laugh

came across this one tonight

that helpless feeling

Holly and I ventured down to Chicago Saturday night to visit a friend and have dinner at this cool little Italian place near our friend's apartment. Great food, great conversation and a chance to encourage our friend as she moves through some decisions in her life.

On our way home, we were westbound on Peterson Ave. heading back to the interstate, when at a stoplight, we saw a homeless man. He was standing in between the two westbound lanes near the stoplight, holding a sign that basically stated"I'm homeless and hungry...will you help me?"

I wanted to help him, but I didn't. I don't like just giving money; I'd much rather take him somewhere and buy him a meal. I noticed it disturbed Holly that there was a homeless man in the road...disturbed not by the man himself, but by the condition he was in.

it's almost three hours later, and I still feel the urge to drive back down to Chicago to find that man and take him somewhere to eat. I passed numerous restaurants on the way back to the interstate, and yet I kept driving. Was I worried about my safety? For Holly's? I certainly wasn't in a hurry to get home.

I felt moved to the point of compassion, but in the end, didn't move at all