10 Gary-isms: A Tribute to Gary C.
Gary C. always had time to sit with a friend, particularly a Friend of Bill. He wanted his fellows to know there is a way out of the abyss. Sober for 22 ½ years after banging around on the streets of Hollywood where he grew up – and not the movie star, glamorous side of the block – he spoke at AA meetings. He attended AA conventions, and men’s retreats. He served breakfast at these events. He washed dishes afterwards. He did whatever was needed. He connected with newcomers and old-timers.
Gary C. dressed as Santa Clause and distributed presents to children who would not otherwise get many presents. He danced every dance. He sang every song. He beat cancer. He beat Hep C. Gary’s greatest pride and joy was Cheri, his one true love whom he met in his early 60’s and with whom he entered into his one and only marriage. He spent 5 ½ years happier than he had ever been.
Gary C. died June 14, 2017 while riding his treasured Harley a few miles from their home after a fun evening with his beloved Cheri. Evidently someone made an illegal U-turn in front of him and it was all over in an instant.
Hundreds of friends recently gathered to say goodbye. There was bittersweet laughter and chatter, and Gary’s voice echoed in people’s heads as they recalled some of the things he was known for saying.
May you Rest in Peace, Gary – or better yet, may you dance and sing for eternity. I know there is a seat of honor just for you at the big meeting in the sky.
Thanks for the words of wisdom:
1. I was messed up from the chest up.
2. I was tore up from the floor up.
3. I needed a checkup from the neck up.
4. I was busted and disgusted. I couldn’t be trusted.
5. Your ego is not your amigo.
6. I loved heroine [and alcohol] but they did NOT love me.
7. I got sick and tired of being sick and tired.
8. I don’t care what comes down the pike. I ain’t never going back.
9. I don’t give a flying peanut butter sandwich.
10. SON of a biscuit.
In gratitude, harmony, and support,