A tribute by
Robert Reeves ,
who played an awesome Amazing Grace on his magical saxophone
after the mass.
He was on my watch many times, back in the days
driving a Dodge
Caravan packed with kids. Most from differing households - but
we were all
family. Packed with kids from the driverside
passenger seat, all the way to the fold up rear bench seat
for three.
He
was
intelligent and perceptive, sometimes stubborn and deceptive.
He had
notions. He had ideas. Man, that guy had promise!
Oh,
we
knew parks! A group of kids and parks.
Nearly lived in parks. The whole lot of
us. And on winter break this poster took them up
north...there's some
cool parks there. And shoreline.
We were family. We were constant. He was in the
middle of it
all. He was on my watch. He was under my parental guard. And
through that, he
was "my" kid!
Eventually
he
moved away. He grew up. He spread his wings. And
yesterday...
Yesterday,
he
had a brilliant organist and vocalist sing on his behalf. He
had 300 friends
and family come out for him. Some from
the other side of an
ocean. He had his mother and father sitting in the
front row for him. It
was out of love, commitment, loyalty, and sadness. It was
shared grief. It was
shared support.
You
had
places to go. You had places to see. You had places to be. You
had a lot to
offer. You had a lot to give.
Tomorrow
is
international overdose awareness day. Yesterday was too
definitive.
You
are
missed.
You
were
a good man Mr. Vaughan. A very good man.