Thursday, June 10, 2021
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It’s not easy to measure the impact of one life. When a stone is dropped into a lake, it quickly disappears, but its impact leaves behind a series of ripples that broaden and reach across the water. In the same way, Gary left behind a legacy of memories, love, and humor.
Besides sharing a middle name and the shared impeccable taste in trucks and sports teams, Gary didn’t have a choice in getting to know me. I was the pesky neighbor kid across the street for many years.
From my motorcycle antics in his driveway, to replacing his roof, to helping install drywall in the living room and covering the house in dust, to his constant encouragement (nagging) to learn to play Stairway to Heaven on my guitar, I loved Gary as part of the neighborhood family.
Gary’s charm was found in his wise-crack commentary, no matter the subject. But he had a smile (and a mustache) that filled every room he walked into. It’s been a few years since Gary and I last crossed paths, and my heart aches to know the Schilling family is mourning his loss far too soon. The world was a better place just because Gary was in it.
Helen Keller once said, “What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.” Patty, Sam, Jenn, Tony, and family, I pray that your memories give you peace and comfort.