Donald Gilbert Obituary, Death Cause – You may remember Donnie by a different name, but he was a cherished husband, father, grandpa, friend, and storyteller. He was also known as. After all, he was the “redneck” version of James Bond with the most notoriety on this side of the Mississippi. His birthplace was Alabama in 1958, and even though he spent most of his life in Texas, he never lost touch with his rural upbringing. He was a true country boy at heart. It was normal practice for him to respond to the names Biscuit, Don Juan, Mater, Gilbert, Babe, or Grandpa. That man enjoyed conversing, and every word served as an invitation for him to do so.
In fact, you could call him by any name, and he would still answer because of his outgoing personality. If you knew him, you would know that he enjoyed listening to the sound of his own voice, despite the fact that he would blame his deafness for it. That man is so articulate that he could carry on a discussion with a stone wall. He was such a wonderful raconteur of tales. When was the last time you watched the movie “Cars”? Mater, do you have any memories of the old truck? If you ever need a reminder of the tone of his voice, all you have to do is watch the movie, and you’ll get it. He never met a stranger. Donnie was the kind of man who would help anyone in need, even if it meant parting with the last dollar in his wallet or the clothes off his back. Both his family and his friends were very important to him. More than that, however, he enjoyed country music.
Larry the Cable Guy, really bad jokes, “The Man From Snowy River,” old westerns, camouflage, “Yellowstone,” traveling, and photography; he especially enjoyed spoiling the conclusion of a series for you, and he would talk during movies, eat all of your popcorn, and give cookies or ice cream to your children because it wasn’t “candy,” and he wasn’t breaking any rules. His four grandchildren thought of him as the world’s greatest grandfather. In spite of the fact that he spent the bulk of his adult life working as a welder at Young’s Tank, Inc. in Boyd, tending fields and wrangling cattle like the honorary Dutton he was, he took on the role of grandfather like a man who was born to do it. Even though the loss of his limb had a significant impact on him, he did not allow it to knock him down.