When Stanley was little he wanted to grow up to be a carpenter like his uncle Mike. He wanted to have a home with a wife and two children; A boy and a girl. He wanted to have a pick-up truck and ride a Harley.
When he was nine years old he taught himself to ride a small unicycle. Once he mastered that he wanted a taller one so I bought him a 6 foot tall unicycle. He would stand on the wooden fence near our house and get on the unicycle and ride it all around. He even rode it in a parade when he was staying with his dad.
When he was diagnosed with muscular dystrophy it completely devastated him because he knew that none of his dreams were going to happen and his life was going to change. Even though Stanley had a progressive disease he never once complained or tried to gain sympathy or use it as an excuse not to live the best life he could. Stanley loved tattoos and motorcycles just like his dad. He definitely made some poor choices in life and suffered the consequences for those choices. But he just kept trying and never gave up.
He had a really funny sense of humor even though he wasn’t very talkative. He did not like to be alone even as a baby and always liked to have a lot of company and be around friends. I know that he’s up in heaven now with his grandmother and once again he’s running free on his own two legs and maybe even riding his 6 foot tall unicycle. ❤️ I loved him with all my heart.
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