Our thoughts and prayers are with the family during this most difficult time. We are so very sorry to hear about Derren's passing. May God be with you Lucinda and Jackson.
To the entire Supernavage family, I can not begin to express how sad I am to hear about Derren's passing. As someone who can remember him from the time we were playing tag at 5 years old to the time we were planning to hit the real world in our early 20's, I can honestly say Derren was one of the best friends I could have ever had. The perfect mix of brains, talent, artistry and humour, he was great at lightening the mood as well as seizing the moment.
As life usually works, we hadn't maintained contact over the last few years, but I often thought of Derren. After hearing he had started a family, I often thought how great it would have been to reconnect, share stories of old days and watch our kids play together. Sadly, this never happened.
I am left with warm feelings in my heart thanks to all the memories I have kept in my head along with all the wonderful pictures posted on this sight. His last few years looked wonderful and I'm hoping all those friends and family members smiling in those pictures can find a way to smile just as widely everytime they think of Derren.
I know I will be smiling everytime I think of the baseball games and concerts we went to, the late night drives we took and every one-on-one game of bball we played. Some of the best years of my life were made better thanks to him.
On Feb 22, Derren John Supernavage will be memorialized in Charlotte, NC and it is with heartbreaking sadness that I will not be there to join with his tribe to remember and celebrate his life, his exuberance, and his loves. Feb 22 is simultaneously a sad and happy day as it is also my son's birthday. With this, a reminder of the shallow understandings we think we have of time.
I met Derren in 2005 through work. He was in San Diego, I was in St. Augustine. We were both in the mortgage business and shared a cynical agreement that we were walking on thin ice as far as our livings were concerned but we were going to skate as far as we could until the ice cracked. It wasn't very far. Usually, I didn't make friends with loan originators but Derren was hard to resist and we would find ourselves in conversations at lunch time talking about my insane boss, his insane quotas. That evolved into conversations about our pets (my Bailey and his boisterous Tahoe and the very regal Daisy), music, food, beer, food, sports, families, food, and our relationships. Not a conversation was completed without him expressing some variation of his disbelief that Lucinda was his and she agreed to marry him. When he told me he was moving to Charlotte we both looked forward to a possibility of actually being able to get together. To meet. Up until that time, Derren and I had been phone buddies who occasionally closed a deal but mostly looked forward to just having a good talk. He and Lucinda, Lucy as he called her, packed up their life and headed East to Charlotte, each in their own cars, following each other. I recall one conversation we had while he was driving where Lucinda passed him in her car, singing her heart out. He laughed, said he knew she was listening to Cold Play and then kind of tapered off to say that God, did he love that woman.
When I finally met Derren and Lucinda, it was in Charlotte. Then they came to St. Augustine with Tahoe and Daisy to visit. I attended their wedding. We met one New Year's Day on my way out of Charlotte for a meal and I was finally able to meet the newest love of his life, his son Jackson. Derren had been transformed by becoming a father. He was overwhelmed with love. When he called to tell me about his tumor, optimism seemed the best course of action. His tumor began as a pancake between the hemispheres of his brain. Haha, we laughed. A tumor shaped like food….only Derren would have a tumor shaped like food.
Derren could be accurately described as larger than life, no matter how awful clichés are especially at a time like this. But is it true. He wasn't a great adventurist or poet and he didn't get rich in finance, he wasn't extremely religious or political, he didn't open a bar/restaurant. Instead, he simply loved his woman and his son. He had a great laugh. He was smart. He loved his brother and laughed at his “goof ball” sister, Meredith. He was patient and kind. He was good to people. He was generous with himself. He was unforgettable and I can with great certainty believe that with Lucinda and Jackson, his love will persevere.
Derren was the kind of friend who always made you feel right at home whenever he was around - he was the consummate host. His outlook on life, while facing the most difficult battle of his life, was remarkable and has taught me so much. I'll miss his sense of humor, big heart, gentle spirit, and bickering about our rival football teams.
My deepest sympathies to Lucinda, Jackson, and the entire family. You are all in my thoughts and prayers. Miss you, buddy. Love, Cole.