The World lost a great man this week. A Short Tribute to Chief Paul Terry Weeks
Though i heard many stories of “Chief” before i finally met him, our relationship wasn’t particularly long, but if you knew him you knew that if he liked you, he would let you know it. Flip side to that, if he didn’t like you, well i guess he let you know that as well. Not with words though, as he was a man of action.
One weekend, we were on a quest to put together a shed in my backyard. On the cheap, we found a shed at a local Lowe”s that had been a return because it was missing some trim as we were told. So here sat this perfectly good shed without a home because it didn’t have any lipstick or mascara. Easy, we can fix that. So, we bought it, brought it home and started the build. Now I am the first to admit that i am better at breaking stuff than making stuff, but this was a task i wanted to do. Having built a nice overhead storage system and desk in the garage, the mass of power tools i had just got bigger as the years went on, yearning to be used for a greater good. Now, it was redemption time, and those tools were going to come in handy- along with some beer, family and friends, we set off to put together this abandoned shed.
As we laid out all the pieces on a beautiful Saturday morning, we poured the footings and noticed that it was missing some integral structural parts- not just the trim that was stated on the return ticket at Lowe’s. Not one to quit, we pressed on and put the floor down, the sides up and started trussing the roof. It was now late Saturday night. We decided to call it a night and vowed to finish on Sunday. As Sunday came, it was now time to put up the roof, and what a helluva time it was. With multiple runs back to Lowe’s, custom lumber cuts and more than a few beers, when we went to lay the sheeting on the roof, we noticed something was not quite right. Not only was the back of the structure a good 2 inches higher than the front, the roof itself did not even connect to the rear stanchions. Not good. We were f#cked.
As Sunday night drew to a close, a weather report came through that was not what i wanted to hear. Rain. Lots of it, coming 2 days later. I had an almost complete “barn” in the back yard, but without a roof it would almost be ruined with what mother nature had prepared for us. So i decided to take Monday off to try to figure this out and get it fixed. By myself. Yea, right. So Monday rolls around and after a few more cure words and trips back and forth to Lowe’s, i knew i needed help, i needed to call in the big guns. I made the call.
“Hey man, can you ask Chief if he has time to run by here and give me a hand”
“I will call him and call you back”
“Ok.” I hung up. 5 minutes later, the phone rings.
“Chief’s on his way, be there in an hour”
“Thank God. I’ll go have another beer while i wait.”
Hour on the dot, here he comes, backpack on, Sherry by his side, both had power tools in hand like they were about to assault a house in Fallujah. On a mission. What was in the backpack? Oxygen. Nothing stopped him from completing a task.
“What you got here?”
“Sir,I got a shed with no roof, missing parts and it’s gonna storm”
“No problem, this is easy, see what you gotta do is cut this here and add this here…”
Within an hour, the roof was up and ready for shingles. I think he and Sherry stuck around and shot the shit for a few hours, but that man dropped everything he was doing that day to come out and help a friend of his son. For that, i will never forget.
At times like these, there really seems to be no words that provide comfort. Nothing that has not been said before. But I offer these words to Chief and all men that lead life by a code. Fair Winds and Following Seas, until we meet again.
From one Chief to another:
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Light a candle in Chief’s name: http://www.crowemortuary.com/book-of-memories/2246907/Weeks-Paul/service-details.php