Sunday, October 20, 2024
I knew Sean for more than 60 years. We were friends since kindergarden at St. Patrick's Church in Milford. We shared of love fishing as kids and he taught me how to ice fish at Twin Lakes. He also got me into snowmobiling. He and two other friends bought machines and rode practically every weekend up off Parkers Glen Road. We played baseball together in Little League and while I was not a good player, Sean excelled in baseball and other sports. After he broke his leg skiiing in Vermont in 7th grade, he made a comeback in baseball. I remember him demonstrating how fast he could run for manager Abby Luhurs, as Sean played for the team sponsored by the bank in Milford. In high school he was an excellent gymnast and he could perform the iron cross on the rings. That is no small feat. After high school, I left for the Army and he college. We re-connected in the mid-80s after I attended his wedding and he mine. We visited with our young families many times, despite me living in suburban Philadelephia and he in Shohola in a beautiful home he built. He was a skilled wood worker and always was paid attention to dtetails. I remember him standing there pushing pink insulation into ever possible crack in the new house before putting up the dry wall. Life got in the way, but we re-connected again when I retired and moved back to Milford. We had breakfast once a month at the Milford Diner, always early about 6:30, as we were both early risers. I learned of his accident from his son last January and it saddened me to no end. After he was well enough, he contacted me via phone and said he would be home in June. I went to visit and we talked for 3 hours ab out our lives and how the accident occurred. I visited him several more times throughout the summer and then got the tragic news. I will miss my for life friend. Rest in peace Sean.