Senior Life says goodbye to longtime freelance writer

Gregg K. Lawson, a longtime freelance writer for Senior Life, passed away Sunday, April 2, 2023, in Mishawaka after an illness.

He was born Oct. 27, 1947, in Elkhart, the son of Herbert Jr. “Bernie” and Irmalee “Susie” (Bowers) Lawson. Formerly of Edwardsburg-Adamsville, Mich., he graduated from Edwardsburg High School. He had been a police officer with the Ontwa Township-Edwardsburg Police and, at one time, had been a park ranger for Oxbow Park.

He was a freelance writer for Senior Life, starting with the Elko edition in the late 1980s. He wrote many articles about area history and hu- man interest stories. In May of 1994, he graduated from Bethel University with a mas- ters degree of ministries. Surviving Gregg are his children, Christopher Lawson and twins, Tracy Lawson and Terese Lawson; granddaughters, Gracie and Julie LawsonWhite; and a son-in-law, Robert “Bobby” White. He also has two sisters, Debra Lawson-Fischer and Gloria Lawson-Bradfield. Family and friends gathered for a memorial service Monday, April 17, at the Paul E. Mayhew Funeral Home, 26863 W. Main St., Edwardsburg, Mich. The service was conducted by Pastor Douglas Cripe of First Christian Church, Mishawaka. Cremation has taken place and inurnment will be in Adamsville Cemetery on the Lawson family lot.

“It will be great to meet your old classmates and friends, Mary Ellen.” (This will be unbearable, viewing endless photos of the grandchildren of people I don’t know.)

“Dick, I’ll be proud to introduce you as my husband.” (But, if I could just tell everyone about you in your absence, I could make you sound even better.)

“I can’t wait to hear all the stories from your friends about your campus activities, Mary Ellen.” (I need to find a bar nearby with a big screen TV.)

“Yes, and I think you’ll get a kick out of chatting with other spouses.” (Maybe all the spouses can get together and find a bar nearby with a big screen TV.)

While it was true I was dreading this event, I was also sensing that Mary Ellen preferred that I not accompany her. Finally, last week, we started getting honest with each other.

“Okay, let’s think about this, Dick,” said my wife. “If you go with me and simply hang around, no one will know you, you won’t know where to put yourself, and people will wonder why you look so bored and uncomfortable.”

“In all fairness, Mary Ellen, that’s exactly how I felt at my own 50th reunion. Look, I attended your last high school reunion, and you told me that friends were all asking about me.”

“Yes, they asked me if I knew the guy asleep at the bar.”

Mary Ellen then offered a compromise, suggesting I make a brief appearance, then excuse myself and go back to the hotel. I reminded her that once when I did that very thing at another get together, she was annoyed.

“I was angry because that was no way to behave at our engagement party,” she said. She also mentioned that at her 25th college reunion I said things she didn’t find funny. An old boyfriend told me jokingly that when they broke up three decades earlier, he started drinking. After he downed his third cocktail that evening, I told him it looked like he was still celebrating.

Now, it appears I’ll be staying home for the upcoming event in Ohio. I’ll spend my time alone, drinking beer and falling asleep in a chair. Exactly what I would have done at Mary Ellen’s reunion.