Greg Kearney:  

CLASS OF 1976
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Vassalboro, ME
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Editorial Cartoonist for the Topeka Capital-Journal I thought I should share this eulogy I wrote upon the death of my dearest friend Lori Pinette: Lori Anne Pinette Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who went to my school. We come here today to remember the life of that girl. Lori Pinette noticed a rather awkward boy that arrived at Oak Grove-Coburn and lived, with a handful of other boys, in the dormitory there. I am not sure, even now, what she could have possibly seen in me. But I do know, with perfect clarity, what I saw in her. In Lori there was talent, there was astounding beauty. There was humour. But deeper than all of that was a steely resolve when faced with challenges. It was, as I look back upon it now, Lori's most attractive and endearing quality. That resolve which showed itself in the sometime shy girl of my youth would manifest itself time and again in the woman that Lori became. I would like to say a few words to Lori's children concerning their mother. She was the single most gifted person I have ever known. She was able to generate within me the widest range of emotions from a deep love to a warm and lasting friendship to the most profound sense of loss at her passing. She was strong beyond words to situations that would have broken a lesser soul. If I had been able to do anything to help her I would have done so. She often spoke to me of her children and how she felt that they were her greatest accomplishment. I feel that her greatest accomplishment was in the way that she rose above all the challenges she faced to raise those children into adulthood. The greatest honour you could bestow upon your mother now is to show that same resolve she did to make those around you better persons. Your children will not have the opportunity to know their grandmother as we have. You, and they, need to know that there are people in this world who loved your mother and their grandmother, who admired her talents who were made better by having known her. We love her still, we always will. Lori was the first great love of my life and like so many first loves I fear I did not handle well the range of of emotions that come with ...Expand for more
caring so deeply for someone at such a young age. As the years have gone by however we grew, in a way, closer again. Sharing as we did the chain of letters between us that told of our successes and our heartbreaks, our memories and hopes for the future. A future that has been cut tragically short. Lori taught me how to put someones needs ahead of my own, how to care more for the success of another than for my own and how, in doing so, I would be a better person for it. I was, I fear, a difficult student who did not understand what she was trying to teach me until after we had drifted apart from one another. However I can truthfully say that I am a better person for having known and loved her. That boy in the dormitory at Oak Grove has had few true friendships in this life. Indeed there have been only two people in this world that I have trusted with my deepest thoughts, fears, dreams and desires. One of those, Tamara Johnson, I married and the other was Lori Pinette whose life we now honour. I have been blessed beyond measure to have been able to have both of these women in my life for as long as I have. I will miss Lori's letters and the words of her life that they brought me. Even when those words were hard for me to read. I will miss reading in them of her challenges and of resolve to meet those challenges. I will miss her memory of our youth. I will miss her warm words of encouragement to me as I brought her words of the passing of those we both knew and loved in this life. I will miss my dear friend more that I can possibly say. However I look forward to a time when we will meet again. To hear her play the piano, to see her sleeping again in the chairs at my family cottage, to taste again the food she makes and to hear her voice as it speaks the French that I can hardly understand. Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who went to my school. Red hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she laughed, I laughed. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that has ever happened to me, that has really mattered, that made me the husband, father and man that I have become, in some way has had to do with her. Greg Kearney OGC 1976
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