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Amanda Gray

Amanda Gray

Amanda Gray had more family than she knew.

Her actual blood relatives stretch across the country, but she also left behind a trail of friends everywhere she went.

Gray, who tragically passed away in her sleep July 5 in Oklahoma, was a bright, shining ball of joy who flickered across my life at a time when everything else was at their darkest.

Having left the video store I called a second home after 12+ years, I was struggling along in a business that became far more negative than it ever should have been.

As I worked 144 straight days, 10 hours a day, I got sick, stayed sick, got depressed, stayed depressed and began to seriously hate life.

One of the few respites during this time was Amanda, who worked at the law firm that sat above my prison.

When she would visit, whether to get a movie, buy some candy for her daughter, to pass on info from our mutually disliked boss, or just to say hi, she brightened my day.

Amanda Jo was classy, more than a bit sassy and quite willing to tell you exactly how she felt.

She was Hell on high heels (if you messed with her or her daughters) but fiercely loyal to those she liked, and even more so to those she loved.

Our paths crossed, then went in opposite directions when I finally escaped my dank prison and she headed home to Sooner country.

We were still Facebook friends, so I would see her photos pop up. Her daughters, her fiancee, her shoes.

So, so many shoes…

The news of her passing was like a blow to the heart. And it still is.

Her family held a memorial service last Saturday, and, for those of us who weren’t in Oklahoma, you can now watch that service online.

Take some time. It’s not an easy thing to watch, but you will come away feeling better afterwards.

Because it reminds you, for a moment again, of what an amazing woman she truly was, and will always be.

 

To view the memorial service, pop over to:

http://www.ladusauevans.com/book-of-memories/2195173/Gray-Amanda/obituary.php

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Keaton Farris

Keaton Farris

Keaton

Keaton during his days as a CHS football player.

Keaton as a baby. (Photo courtesy Julie Williams)

Keaton as a baby. (Photo courtesy Julie Williams)

I didn’t know Keaton Farris.

He ran track during his sophomore and junior seasons at Coupeville High School, twice winning events (http://www.athletic.net/TrackAndField/Athlete.aspx?AID=48438), but that time period (2006-2007) was a time when I was buried in working at David’s DVD Den and didn’t cover sports for a bit.

But I know 25 is too early for anyone to die (http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/news/299131961.html), and I know he leaves behind family, friends and classmates who remember him fondly.

The newspapers will report on the troubling circumstances of his death, because that’s what they do.

Coupeville Sports is a different beast, and what I am concerned with at the moment is giving all who knew Keaton a chance to remember their fallen friend.

Once a Wolf, always a Wolf. Never forgotten, no matter where life takes you.

This article is here to allow any who want to remember Farris to do so, with the promise that your words will be yours and I will not edit them to fit a storyline.

If you would like say something, send your thoughts to me here, at my Facebook page or at davidsvien@hotmail.com. Photos are also welcome.

I will continue to add anything I receive, and this will remain here on Coupeville Sports as long as the blog exists.

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Emma Puharic:

Aww, Keaton, I’m sorry, rest in peace.
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Chris Masters:

Thinking back, our circles did cross at a few places. I never got to know Keaton very well, but to the best of my knowledge, he had been a very respectable guy.

Another life too young lost, another light in our hearts fades away. From someone who didn’t even know you, you will be missed brother. Til next time.
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Ryan King:

It’s a sad day to hear about a loss of someone you once knew.

I played football with Keaton my last two years and he was a great guy. Very respectful and always knew how to have fun. Great athlete and a great friend, he will be missed.

Rest in peace Keaton Farris.
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Dustin Van Velkinburgh:

Had the pleasure of coaching Keaton. Always worked hard and smiled while doing it.
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Ken Stange:

I learned today that yet another former student’s life ended too soon.

Keaton Farris, I remember you from Junior English. Oh, how you hated my class!

You were also fun, personable, and energetic.

I also remember your passion for sports. You were a very fast runner in a class that had many speedsters.

Your smile lit up my room, which was extra impressive when considering that that room was much like a dungeon.

When you left for Lopez, that was the last we’d see of you.

Like so many from here, your life carried you away from Whidbey. It had been years and you’d slipped from my memory, but today your memory occupies my thoughts.

May your afterlife journey be peaceful. I hope that Dylan and Adam were there to greet you. Like you, they too possessed a way of making people smile and laugh.

Peace, Keaton.

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Clay Hughes:

It’s really makes me sad to hear about the passing of Keaton. The funny thing is I’ve been thinking about him all day and I can’t get a smile off my face! He had a gift for making people happy. 

Keaton was fast!!

One time in a regional track meet at Kings High School Keaton and I were running in the 200m together. Keaton was staggered behind me at the start of the race and we both knew he was going to pass me by the end of the corner.

We had run together a lot…

When the race started and he went past me he was singing a song! He had me laughing in the middle of a race! Haha.

I will always remember the state track tournament with Keaton and even more so getting through the daily practices with him. He was largely the only reason I would crack a smile during track practice. The stories could go on and on.   

The two times we ran into each other since high school, the last being New Years Eve night 2011 in Seattle, we were instantly great friends again the second we saw each other, even if years had gone by since we last spoke.

That was the gift of Keaton, he was everybody’s friend and someone everyone wanted to be around. 

I knew I was going to run into you again Keaton and I was looking forward to it. It makes me deeply sad that that can’t happen anymore. Everyone would be better off taking a page or two out of your book. You won’t be forgotten brotha. 

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Julie Williams:

Oh Keaton I am so sorry you are gone, I knew you as a baby and I watched you grow over the years, then I lost touch somewhere along the way but I always heard of how you were growing up into such a handsome, kind, loving young man.

I ran into you and your momma here and there and  I saw pictures along the way of you becoming YOU, I was always so surprised at the resemblances I saw

At times I thought you were such a mini Freddy, other times you looked just like Louie, then those eyes of yours…stunning eyes, just like your mommas, the warmth and the sparkle that exploded into ones soul that makes you do nothing but smile, sometimes I looked at you and all I saw was your uncle Chad…those cheeks & so handsome funny, loving,  your movement, your kindness, your words reminded me of your Uncle Crockett, and every time I saw one of these glorious people in you it brought back floods of memories of the good ol’ days I had with them and how awesome that I can call you and your family my dear friends.

We stayed at your Mom’s house a few years back  and you so kindly gave us your room, you would come around here and there and I felt like I had been in the picture for years, you were so warm and welcoming,  like I was part of your life. 

My husband and you hit it off, he said you were a pretty awesome kid and he enjoyed the time he spent with you. I do hope I can find those pictures of you and him at the Galley along with many others with everybody smiling.

My heart is Heavy since the day I heard, I can’t even imagine how your mom, dad ….your family are feeling but I am praying and keeping all of them close in my heart and you too.  All my love, Julie

You are free from this world Keaton watch over your family and friends.

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CHS athletes and classmates (l to r) Mitch Pelroy, Rhiannon Ellsworth and Adam Garcia enjoy a moment together. (Photo courtesy Rhiannon Ellsworth)

   CHS athletes and classmates (l to r) Mitch Pelroy, Rhiannon Ellsworth and Adam Garcia enjoy a happy moment together. (Photo courtesy Rhiannon Ellsworth)

He will not be forgotten.

Taken away from friends and family after a tragic murder in Oak Harbor, former Coupeville High School football player Adam Garcia will live on in their memories and through his beautiful young daughter.

The thoughts of some that knew him, in their own words:

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Rhiannon Ellsworth:

Adam was always good at football; that’s how I officially met him, I was on his football team.

He never really liked the fact that there was girls on the team but he was still nice and helped me when I needed it.

He didn’t have to know you or even like you very much, he’d still want you to have a good time.

He was rare; he could hang with the meanest crowd, but still have time to be good to people.

Adam welcomed me into his home and to his life at one point back then; I would have never thought a loving and good man like him would go so young.

He will be forever missed by family and friends, but we will all meet again … just not yet.

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Danny Savalza:

Adam was a great friend, teammate, young man and father.

On the gridiron we were both running backs. He worked hard and ran harder.

Off the field he always had your back, no matter what the circumstance or situation.

Always would greet me with a smile and a handshake.

Rest In Paradise Adam Garcia, you will be greatly missed and never forgotten.

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Tony Maggio:

Your coaches are heartbroken Adam Garcia.

Seems like yesterday we were talking about your baby, and how hard it was being a teenage father, but you were overcoming.

I will miss his smile.

Pray for his mother, and that whoever murdered him is caught.

RIP 33.

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Korbin Korzan:

That was a great year. Had so much fun playing along side this big guy.

Rest easy Adam, love you bro.

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Bobbie Massengale:

I give my deepest condolences to the family.

I remember his smile and kindness to others when I had the opportunity to watch him when I was the lunch lady up at the cafeteria.

I also remember the games I have watched; my daughter happened to be one of his teammates.

He was a good kid and I will always remember this sweet young lad.

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Aaron Nell:

Going to miss you brother.

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Charlie Toth:

Rest peacefully. You have obviously left a positive mark on the world in your much-too-short life.

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Kathy Marley and one of her grandchildren.

Kathy Marley and one of her grandchildren.

She was a prickly pear. In the best sense possible.

Kathy Marley was always more about butt-kickin’ than butt-kissin’.

The very first customer I ever had at Videoville, on Oct. 4, 1994, she became a third mom (Miriam Meyer, who owned the store, was my second mom).

Over the years, if she said one thing to me more than anything else it was a short, sardonic “Stop being an idiot!” while cocking an eyebrow at me.

Followed by a smile and a smack to the back of the head.

She said that many, many, maaaaannnnnnnyyyyy times to me, and, to her credit, kept on saying it long after she had figured out I was always going to be an idiot, regardless of what she said or did.

There were times when we saw each other on a daily basis, and times when months would go by without any contact, but Mrs. Marley was always there for me, easy to reach and always willing to be chafed … to a point.

She tried her best to get me to be more responsible, with my money and my decisions in life. But she also let me fall flat on my face when it was needed, because how else do you learn.

When I was at my best, during the glory days of renting 500 VHS films on a Friday night in Cow Town, she was there.

When I was at my worst, working 10-hour days without a break for 144 days in a row and throwing my money away on DVD’s instead of food and propane, compromising my health and sanity for a stupid vendetta over a silly off-hand comment, she was there.

Except when she would go to the food bank and then slide by, leaving food in the back of my car, without saying anything about it.

She was a rock, to her family, to friends, to those of us who she decided, against her better judgement, to adopt.

She was tough love with a sardonic smile. A good woman whose body gave out long before her spirit ever did.

She will be missed, greatly.

And, from time to time, if some of you feel like smacking me in the back of the head, go ahead and cap it by saying “Mrs. Marley says hi. Now stop being an idiot.”

Cause that’s the way she would have wanted it.

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Don't tell anyone, but I shared some of the cookies liberated

  Don’t tell anyone, but of the hundreds of cookies I received this spring from CHS moms, a few were shared with my Whidbey News-Times “rival.” (Shelli Trumbull photo)

It’s true — I like to poke the Evil Empire up in Canada that owns the three Whidbey newspapers.

And yes, I once cashed checks from them back in my misbegotten youth. We all have our youthful indiscretions.

But never think that I am poking the guy who is doing the same job for those papers that I am, covering sports.

Jim Waller, the Sports Editor of the Whidbey News-Times (whose articles also run in the shadow paper that calls itself the Whidbey Examiner) was my high school journalism teacher during the extra semester I spent at Oak Harbor High School after my dad moved us out of Tumwater mid-way through my senior year (long story).

He is the person most directly responsible for my journalism career — and a lot of my editors since that point would like to have a long discussion with him about that, outside, behind the building, about now — getting me in the door of the News-Times at 18.

I have a great deal of respect for Mr. Waller, as a teacher, as a Hall of Fame high school baseball coach and as a journalist.

The man is a consummate pro, the quiet, elegant flip side of the coin to my frequently hyperventilating, gossipy Dennis the Menace approach to sports coverage.

With that being said, I just wanted to direct you to something he wrote recently. It was timed to Father’s Day, but it slipped past me somehow and I just noticed it the other day.

It’s a reflection piece on the life and times of his dad, Mert Waller, maybe the single most influential coach to ever work on Whidbey Island.

My path crossed with the senior Waller during his later days, when he had moved to being an assistant baseball coach for his son on Wildcat teams that I covered for the News-Times.

He was a class act through and through, a great guy, and that comes through vividly in the article Mr. Waller wrote.

Go take a look at it. It’s well worth your time.

http://www.whidbeynewstimes.com/sports/263081711.html

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