Ich werde nie verstehen, warum Sie verlassen wollte mein freundchen. Trinken wir gaern Warsteiner noch mal im Himmel.
Join the group as they toast Lorne’s 45th at the Meadery as he loved Mead and spoke of desires to open a Meadery with Quest. Lorne was very good with complex recipes. Catch everyone there from 5-7 pm to get a tasters flight of these delicious honey wines (last call is 6 pm!) and then move on to Burlingame to continue toasting in honor of Lorne’s love for craft beer. Steelhead has an excellent selection, including many of his favorites like Heffeweisen (sp?).
Please coordinate with either Stephanie Luskin on FB or Quest Richlife at 650.248.7712 or email@example.com.
Hope you can make it!
I was thinking about how the doors to the halls of darkness are flung open by an action such as a death in the family (and yes, eventhough you and I were not “together”, you are still and forever family -> you don’t choose your family but you choose your friends). In any case I was trying to figure out a way to turn my mind toward halls of light and then my attention was turned to the bible (stuffed in between the books on a dusty bookshelf) that your mother gave me and this is where it took me…
You once were dead because of your sins and wickedness; 2 you followed the ways of this present world order, obeying the commander of the spiritual powers of the air, the spirit now at work among God’s rebel subjects. 3 We too were once of their number: we were ruled by our physical desires, and did what instinct and evil imagination suggested. In our natural condition we lay under the condemnation of God like the rest of mankind. 4 But God is rich in mercy, and because of his great love for us, 5 he brought us to life with Christ when we were dead because of our sins; it is by grace you are saved. 6 And he raised us up in union with Christ Jesus and enthroned us with him in the heavenly realms, 7 so that he might display in the ages to come how immense are the resources of his grace, and how great his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8 For it is by grace you are saved through faith; it is not your own doing. It is God’s gift, 9 not a reward for work done. There is nothing for anyone to boast of; 10 we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus for the life of good deeds which God designed for us.
Lorne, I am grateful for you, your mother, your family – and to God. Because regardless of any deeds you are now part of the guidance. And for that, I am forever grateful. Peace be with you.
There were many cards written at the Guest Book counter. Names were removed on those I wasn’t sure about, but the family will receive the original cards.
“I am not much of a public speaker so I hope you forgive me if I used some notes! Something like the checklist in the cockpit to keep me organized.
Good evening to everyone on behalf of Lorne Lawry’s family, I’d like to thank you and your families for your attendance here tonight. It’s obvious from the number of people present, that Lorne touched many lives, mine included, and for that I am eternally grateful. A heartfelt thanks also goes out to all of those involved in organizing this tribute to Lorne. I can only begin to appreciate all of the time and effort that went into this.
It’s strange how friendships develop and how I personally don’t remember exactly how or when this did with Lorne and myself. I think mine did shortly after Lorne joined the club and was working at the front desk. As many of you know, I am considered by many to be the “resident airport bum” at PAO!! I remember many winter weekends prior to an instrument approach to PAO where the weather would not allow flying and where I would hang out at the front desk area and listen to others and swap “Hangar Flying” stories with them. I always felt at ease asking Lorne questions about any aspect of aviation and we soon began the trade jabs whenever the occasion arose, as we seemed to have something in common with our sense of humor. I always tried to give new CFI’s some of my business and Lorne was no different. It was back in Oct. 1999 he and I were working on my 172RG checkout. To add some fun to it we flew to Harris Ranch! On our return flight we were treated to one of the biggest and brightest harvest moons I have ever seen! Talk about good timing. We didn’t even really need a landing light on our return that night. As our friendship grew I began to fly with Lorne for fun/BFR’s and for no reason but to learn from his experience. As my Dad always said, the more you learn, the more your find out you don’t know!
Flights often centered around an airport that served food and a few of our favorites were Napa for sunset dinner at Johnsey’s steak house then combining a night recurrency on the return flight, to Santa Rosa to see former members of the club, to LK on Friday nights for prime rib sandwich special at Beeb’s and to SBP for the weekend brunch @ the spirit of SLO? Our friendship was not limited to flying, as we would get together at local spots for fun also.
Friday March 1 of this year I did my BFR with Lorne. Monday-Thursday were as clear as a bell then Friday the fog hangs over the duck pond for an eternity! Lorne knew it would burn off which it did!! We had a great flight over the coast to do our air work and stopped at HAF. We walked to the harbor and had a great lunch. It was 70 degrees there with gentle winds and not a cloud in the sky! We returned to PAO and concluded our post flight review and groundwork. After this Lorne signed my logbook and looked at me and said, “I can’t criticize your flying skills, YOU DON’T HAVE ANY!!” So, in closing, if I’ve left you with a smile on your face then I too am smiling, as that is what I truly believe Lorne would have wanted at this celebration of life, smiles and a remembrance of the good times and flights! Again, thank you to all for your attendance here tonight and may God bless!”
Words cannot express how I feel. I thank you for all that you have done for me, taught me, shown me, inspired me, shared with me, and most of all for loving me and making me always feel loved. I did not always understand you.
You were so complex and I suspected that your river ran deep, but had not a clue to its’ depth.
It is my dream that you will come to understand and appreciate how many really cared, loved you, and wanted to be there for you. If only they had known. Sleep well my dear. Until we meet again.
I will always love you. Liz