I first met Curty in 1967 as a boy when we moved to Phoenix. I had instant friends in the 10th ward with the likes of Curty, Dave, Jeff, Greg, Jay, and Janet. I moved up north in 1972 but was blessed to reconnect after our missions.
I have many fond memories with Curty and the gang while camping, going to Scott’s cabin, YSA activities, weddings, basketball, and who could forget our glorious softball days.
I’m not sure if I can ever forgive him for not coming to my rescue when during a softball game, I was jumped by three of the opposing team members after trying to save Jeff from being pushed around. Our entire team was in the middle of the mix. Jay nearly got knocked out. After the dust cleared, with jerseys torn, and a few bumps and bruises inflicted, they broke it up. I said to Curty, “Where were you? You’re the biggest guy on our team”? He just laughed and said I thought you were doing just fine on your own, so I stayed in the dugout”. We all had a good laugh at my expense.
One interesting thing about Curty was no matter how long it had been since I’d last seen him, we could get back in step with our friendship and conversations as if we had never skipped a beat.
That ridiculous laugh of his was infectious. He had me in tears on more than one occasion. As fun and goofy as he was though he also had a very sincere and warm heart. He cared about the 1 in 99. He made people feel included and important. He had a passion for helping young men become better.
Although I didn’t have the opportunity to get to know his girls growing up, I heard about them every time I saw him. I know how he felt about you. He adores the three of you and you mean the world to him and those grandkids? Oh my gosh, they are the cat's pajamas as far as he’s concerned.
Curty is my friend. I say “IS” because our friendship is not a thing of the past. Curty still lives on, and I know I’ll see him again. Life does not start when we are born, and it doesn’t end when we die. It’s as if he’s just in the next room with other friends, his folks, Cal, and others who have preceded him to the other side and have now welcomed him with open arms to a grand reunion.
I look forward to seeing my pal again someday. Until then, you may catch me periodically smiling or suddenly laughing out loud and shaking my head as I recall some of the shenanigans we pulled in our younger years.
My condolences to everyone who loves him. Especially his family.
Until we meet again dear brother, save me a seat.
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