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When we first found out that Dickie was moving to our town, the hype that surrounded him was almost off-putting. Most of us had met him briefly, and he was indeed a very charming person. We were told about the diversity of his talent, how cheerful he was to take responsibility, how wise he was in dealing with human relationships. How could anybody live up to all that? Well, he not only lived up to his advance publicity, he exceeded it in fact. Dickie, despite his youth, was one of the sweetest men I have ever known. He made me laugh. He kept me balanced. I totally enjoyed his company. He became a casualty of our society. He was a poor person with cancer. I had never really known the word "noble" to apply to anyone I actually knew, He became ill in December and was buried a few days before his 30th birthday. As his mother and grandmother were driving several hundred miles to the only place that would treat him, he said that it was such a beautiful day to die. And he did. I miss him more than most people realize. He was taken far too soon.
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Jeff - I'm sorry that when you died I told my mom I didn't care. I didn't want her to think I liked boys. I did like you, you had a smile that I will never be able to forget. You let all of us play on your crutches, and I thought that was pretty cool of you. I wish I had gotten to know you.
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Saddest. Thread. EVER. Nate - I should have made a bigger effort to be a part of your life when you had one. I always thought you'd be more present when you were older and had time to sew your wild oats, and I could get to know you better then. I shouldn't have waited. Now I know very little about you first hand, and that really sucks since you were my brother.
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Grandma Castallon: you held our family together. then when you passed i couldnt believe it, i still cant believe it. i live everyday with you close to me in my heart forever and always. I love you and it still to this day it pains me that i never did ever get to say my goodbyes to you. but Gma, i will see you again in my dreams and when it comes time for me to pass on. I love you forever and always.
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Caleb: You were too beautiful to live in this world. Your heart too pure, your desire for all to be free too strong, your ethics too impeccable. If only your eyes could have caught the admiration shining in your daughter's eyes or your ears the concern and love in your sister's voice,.. perhaps then your light would still be here to shine for us, showing the way Home. You will always be missed, dear friend. Love always.
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Dad--I remember all the stories you made up just for me. I remember how you took me to the movies every Satruday and patiently sat through every single matinee, pretending you enjoyed it just as much as I did. I remember your laughter, and your generosity. And I remember how you said God looked like everybody. You lived that--gave respect and warm regard to everyone, always. I miss you.
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Jeff, you were one of the first people I met in college and you became an instant friend/troublemaker. Recall that first backpacking trip where we didn’t bring enough food and ended up eating cheese dipped in cream cheese but somehow it tasted delicious? You were one of only 10 people in our major’s concentration and you showed up every day. Your voice carried; you were incapable of a whisper. I think of those inner-city kids we worked with, how they flocked to you. You lit up a room; you inspired. You were a born teacher and you knew it. God, you were hilarious. The dirty pictures you’d draw on our house whiteboard; always knew you’d been there. You were in love with mountains. I think of when we were juniors and 9/11 hit. You told me we’d have to go hide in the woods and repopulate the earth together; I cracked up through my tears. You gave great hugs. We talked a lot about love and family. And on June 6, 2002, you died descending Mt. Rainier. Your parents gave us some of your ashes. We took them everywhere in a duct-taped film canister we called “Travel Jeff”. Thought you’d appreciate that. You went paddling and hiking, you went to parties and finally you walked across the stage at graduation in your best friend’s pocket. We left an empty seat for you. Time hasn’t diminished you in the least. I still hate that mountain. I dream you are out there somewhere, teaching middle schoolers like you wanted. I love you, Natty.
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Dear Carrie, I regret wholeheartedly not knowing you better and being a better friend. I wanted to be you most days, beautiful and popular and morally sound and all around radiant. And so many days I live in your shadow, those who tell me I look just like you, I act just like you. "When we die, we come back different, with greener eyes or some far off star". Let God give your soul rest, and I hope to meet you again in Heaven.
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I moved to a new city where I didnt know a soul. She took me under her wing and showed me around, We went on trips together and enjoyed our hobby and the social circles that we then shared. We could talk about the little things and the big. Towards the end we had many conversations that were very deep. I accompanied her during her last months of life and the very difficult journey she had to take. Her name is Monica Tobler and she died of leukemia on the 10th of December 2008. I am glad to have known her and that she was my friend.
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to all our ancestors who never died, just moved to another room.. i take this minute to respect your name . I hope I am living up to your dream of peace ....
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My grandmother past away in 1986, she was my best friend and teacher. I'm gratful that we shall meet in the afterlife.
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