Posted on 19 April 2011.
Somehow, I met Don Stockton shortly after I opened my solo law practice in 1988. Don was from Tullahoma, Tennessee, and was unlike any investigator and process server I had met or have met since. There was just something special about him.
He conducted investigations in my cases and helped me formulate trial strategies. I had served as a prosecutor for a number of years and he had law enforcement experience.He knew how to work a case. He had a way with people and they opened up to him. Since they liked him, they were more likely to come to court on short notice to testify so we could present the best possible case for our clients.
Thanks to Don, we helped many clients.
Today, I went to Don’s memorial service in Melbourne, Florida. I learned that Don was born on June 20, 1931, in Tullahoma, Tennessee. He died on April 12, 2011, in Melbourne. The Brownlie-Maxwell Chapel was overflowing with people.
Don was a Mason and a Shriner. His Masonic brothers from the local lodge came to honor him. They spoke of how special Don was and the many contributions he had made to the community. He was given a “full” Masonic funeral service. Don would have appreciated these heartfelt words from the Masonic chaplain:
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted in me?
Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him who is the health of my countenance and my God.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil; he shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in, from this time forth, and even forevermore.
Rev. Glenn Stockton, formerly the senior pastor of Cavalry Chapel, delivered an inspiring eulogy. His daughter-in-law sang “How Great Thou Art” (George Beverly Shea would have been proud!). Rev. Stockton shared words from the Bible and noted that Don had accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior three months after he and his wife, Elizabeth, were married. That was 55 years ago. Rev. Stockton said that Don had walked from one room here on Earth to another room in Heaven and that he was with the Lord.
Don was a University of Tennessee fan and loved the Big Orange and Rocky Top. As a graduate of the University of Tennessee College of Law, I enjoyed the camaraderie of a fellow Big Orange fan. We often talked about the great “three states of Tennessee.”
Never afraid of trying something new, Don was the first person I knew who purchased a “brick” or “bag” cellular phone. He was generous and allowed me to use it when we traveled on cases although the price per minute was bordering on exorbitant.
When we traveled throughout Florida on my cases, we had great times and found many a barbecue pit along the roadways of Florida. I remember in particular one meal Don and I had at Jimmie Joe’s Barbecue in Melbourne Beach. A deliberate eater (Don likely never suffered from indigestion), Don was enjoying some pulled pork along with sides of creamy cole slaw, hush puppies, baked beans and garlic toast, when he decided to pour some of the house homemade hot barbecue sauce on his pork. After taking a few bites, Don looked at me and said, “Man, that is some good hot sauce. The top of my head is itching!” We both burst out laughing. To this day, I think of Don when I am enjoying a particularly good house homemade hot barbecue sauce.
Don knew about priorities and loved God, the United States (he was a veteran) and his family. His friends knew that they could always count on Don.
The following poem was printed in the memorial service program and I share it with you:
Don’t cry for me now
I’m free.
I’ve walked the path
God laid for me.
If you love me
let me go.
When it’s your time
you will know.
Don’t be sad
dry your eyes.
It really hurts
to hear your cries.
I love you all
as you can see.
But my time has come and now I’m free.
Melissa Powell
Don, my friend and colleague, you will be missed. You left this world a better place.
Doug Beam