Everett and I grew up living right next door to each other on Lake Road in Sheffield Lake. I worked with him for a couple of years while attending and after high school in his father's cleaning business. We would spend weekends lifting weights and his mother would cook us something to eat when we finished. We would spend hours listening to music while he played either his drums or guitar. I remember his drum and art lessons his parents provided while still a young teenager. He loved his cars, his music and his art.
After moving back to Ohio, I would stop occasionally to see him while he was still living in his home, and surprised when calling to find out he was in a nursing home. I visited a few times and was planning to go see him again when my brother informed me, he had passed. I will miss him. He was a kind man and creative beyond his measured abilities. He gave me a few CD's to listen to just a few weeks ago. I said I would return them and he said, "No, they are yours to keep." We both knew.
Rusin Van Dyke