Ray Cherry II

For Karen, Wayne, Debbie, Mr. Cherry and the rest of the family, please accept my deepest sympathy. I hope these somewhat random memories of the times Ray and I shared will make you smile.

I guess that Ray was my oldest friend. We moved to Houston when I was in kindergarten--so Ray and I were in Sunday school together from the time we were 6. We were in primary choir together with a lady who directed by moving her hand, bent as if to shade her eyes but held out directly in front...

I regret that so many years have passed since I've spoken to Ray. I knew him in High School and saw him only a couple of times after that, but he was always kind and I am grateful to have known him. I extend sincere condolences to his family.

Ray and I were very good friends in High School and this carried on a bit into college, but as with a lot of things time, distance and jobs carried us in separate directions. I'm very sad to say that this is the first contact I've had with Ray in many years, and yet Ray continues to have an impact on my life today.

Ray was the first person to teach me how to play guitar and we enjoyed countless hours of playing music for our friends at our High School. Today I'm still playing...

Ray was a fine friend -- always ready to laugh and to offer a smile and a joke. My condolences to his family and his network of friends. He will certainly be missed.

Please accept my condolences. Ray will be missed.

Conrad

Ray was a man who I first met at one of my favorite cigar shops, doing what he and I loved, smoking a good cigar with good friends.

I think he would have enjoyed this quote.

The Scent of a Good Cigar

What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-Something sweeter than jasmine scent, Sweeter than rose and violet blent, More potent in power than orange or musk?

The scent of a good cigar.
I am all alone in my quiet room,
And all the windows...