Gayleen Ann (Watson) Eubanks

Obituary

Gayleen Ann Eubanks (Watson) passed away on May 11, 2018 at 75 years old. She was born in Arvada, CO on April 20, 1943 and was adopted to Leona C. Watson (Diehl) and Frank L Watson of Grand Junction, CO where she grew up.  She moved to Denver and met Jerry D. Eubanks. They married and had two children.  She is survived by her children: Darren G. Eubanks and Jennifer R. McGirl (Eubanks).  She is also survived by 5 grandchildren: Tyler S. Eubanks, Braedyn J.  Eubanks, Tayte G. Eubanks, Jack C. McGirl and Nathan J. McGirl.

Gayleen enjoyed being around people and having real conversations – she was a very genuine and thoughtful person.  She loved to read and write poetry.  She wrote poems for birthdays, weddings, babies and the like.  She even won a poetry contest! Gayleen was very witty and loved to laugh and make life fun.  She will be remembered for her kindred spirit and the love she had for her family.  We will miss her very much.

Here is just one example of her poetry…The Fireplace - December 26, 1988

The room was cold, and her heart was too

She wandered through the empty rooms and wondered what to do

And then she saw the fireplace, so black and cold

But deep inside her memory, she thought of times of old

And then she saw the log, forgotten in the scurry

Of people running here and there, people in a hurry

And so, she placed a log upon the fireplace

Remembering of old, satin and lace

She found a single match, laying lonely on the floor

And knew if it didn’t catch, the room would be exactly as before

But luck was with her and the log began to burn

Thoughts returned to her, and from them she’d learn

And then the room began to glow

And her hands began to warm

 She said a prayer of thanks for being out of the storm

And she looked into the fire, and pictures she did see

Of past and present things and she wondered, what would be

The flames turned red and orange and danced as high as she could see

And long before she knew it, the fire ceased to be

And then she huddled close to catch the final bit of heat

And wondered what to do, where would be her next retreat

And slowly and painfully, there dawned the brand-new day

And somewhere, in some old house, a lovely lady lay

The room was cold but now in her heart, for she’d slipped into a memory

And from it she could not part

Thoughts and Reflections by, Gayleen Eubanks