Gene was one of those people. I suppose I could list the many influences he had on my life, my sister's life, my family's life, but of what importance are those influences to anyone except us?
What I will say about Gene is that he loved life, he loved to laugh, he loved helping people. He spent all his working years as a lowly social worker. Just think of how many lives he touched?
I got the word today from my sister, who was closest to him. On Mother's Day, Gene was doing what he enjoyed doing most, riding his motorcycle, when a tree fell on him, killing him instantly.
There are some among us who will expereince for the rest of their lives a kind of hole which once was filled by him. He will be missed.
This is the only picture I have of Gene. It was taken on July 4th, 1968. He had the most amazing blue eyes. Perhaps the sky will be just a tad bluer from this point on.