We were childhood friends. We spent the Summers of '70-'75 doing crazy kid things. Our parents would carry us to events and movies, and back home again. We had similar tastes and interests in many things. We were competitive in school.
We kind of drifted apart in the last year of Junior High. We remained cordial to each other throughout High School. After Graduation, we never saw each other again. However, he always remained in my heart, and my best childhood memories.
Periodically, I would hear of him through friends of friends of his. It always made me smile to hear of his successes. For a period of time, he was the Director of the AIDS Memorial Grove in San Francisco. Fitting.
Oh, the irony of the simultaneous courses our lives would take, in different locations, never knowing of the real similarities we shared.
His mother was a Registered Nurse; one of American Airlines original, "Stewardesses." His father was a Deputy Sheriff, cum Postmaster. Things he could have bragged about, yet never did.
His life's work benefitted innumerable people. He was most certainly a champion of the disenfranchised.
He left us, a week ago, at the age of 52; working for causes, right until the very end. "Felled," by Cancer, too soon.
While my heart is saddened that he is gone, I will not mourn, because I will live the rest of my life with sweet memories of a friend, and a compassionate human being, I hope I can equal, in contribution to my fellow man.
Godspeed, Rick Pavich. Godspeed!