I remember working with Gene on the spent fuel floor. It was a respirator job. I hadn't been scheduled for training so my qualifications had elapsed. Gene reminded me that it was necessary to have this qual if I wanted to work at the Nuclear Plant. I made sure I got the training promptly and until the day health reasons prevented my respirator use I made sure that qual was current. Gene really helped establish the work ethic in the shop.
He was my friend and I will miss him.
As I sit here attempting to etch your memory with indelible significance, so not to let your life's footprint fade unacknowledged, the feat to hail loudly enough for time to resonate your earthly impact is as impossible as constraining an echo to a pillbox. Whether daily or less frequently seen, all who have grown accustomed to your face truly miss your warmhearted company! …Dare I say, “electrifying”…
With deep endearment, you forever remain a precious gem to Claudia, me, and our family! Falling short of words, our speechless reaction to your unexpected loss aches to preserve your lifetime's one-of-a-kind mold. Irreplaceable. Instinctively, we resort to amorously varnishing every memory, vague and vivid, with repeated coats while inevitably brushing our gaze upward toward the blinding haze of heaven's floor – wishing Into the other side unseen, “Our Father, is he in heaven?” Hark, your miracle candle's aflame! Exhaling a nano-breath more each day, conversations/prayers become one in the same, transmitting both ways through eternity's pane…
As my words attempt to inscribe your memory's guest page, this side of cyberspace, I leap knowing you're encircled by heaven's breathtaking embrace, celebrating the ultimate acknowledgement – your name's inscription in the "BOOK OF LIFE!!!" Ever thankful for your time with us, may the unfathomable thrill of being wholly complete flood your spirit as your talents, borne and groomed on earth, realize their ultimate destiny in Creation's marvelous circuitry!
Grounded here, how much your cherished persona and familiar presence are missed… your welcoming bear hugs, affectionate smile, refreshing candor, unpretentious aura, sense of humor, calming voice, loyal servitude, southern manners, insightful conversations, perceptive calculations, horse-sensibility, and plain old lovable “Gene Fletcher” self!
Until we laugh together again, pray for us and the many “new normals” yet to undertake en route to your gates. Beyond the veil, we look forward to the day when we meet again face to face…
Thank you for the priceless gift you continue to be…
Gene was a personal friend of mine for 40 years.
He will be missed by me.
In loving memory of a wonderful person. We will love you and miss you always.
I am saddened at the news of Gene's passing and would like to attend his celebration of life. Gene was a friend, and in earlier years I was a tenant of Gene's with 2 small children working hard to make ends meet. I always paid my rent, but at times didn't have it right when the rent was due. Since we both got paid on the same dates, he knew I was good for it, and never made me feel bad if I was late. Folks like Gene that do something for you in life are always remembered with a sense of gratitude. Thank you Gene-O, for being my friend. I will always have fond memories of you.