Wrong place for victim's memorial - Oct. 26 letter
On Oct. 1, a beautiful, fun, popular boy lost his life in a horrible motorcycle accident.
I, too, ride my bike past the site of the memorial for Sean Reyes. The night after Sean died, many young people gathered to remember him. They lit candles, wrote poems, hugged, cried, and promised support for each other.
My 10-year-old son asked to stop. We walked among the older boys, looked at each of Sean's favorite things left by his friends, and made a plan to add to the so-called litter by bringing some flowers, too. The glass, still in the road, was being swept by some neighbors and friends. Later, the fire department arrived and finished the job, but the kids tried first, even though it wasn't their job.
Teenagers and 10-year-olds aren't ready to deal with death. They are beginning their lives. They are supposed to find jobs, get married, have babies, and grow old. Those who need to visit Sean's memorial are facing hard lessons; they are not invincible, bad things do happen to good people, children die.
If my son needs to take yet another walk to the corner to see Sean's things because he can no longer see Sean playing basketball in the driveway next door, then I will walk to the corner one more time. If Sean's friends need a place to be together and say goodbye, I will cross the street and give them space. And, if just one young motorcyclist is saved because they see that memorial and understand the pain caused by such tragedy, and therefore, drive more safely, then that memorial becomes much more important than the inconvenience of riding my bike around a teddy bear on the sidewalk. (We're not supposed to ride on the sidewalk anyway.)
Perhaps, instead of riding around the grotto, the letter writer and the rest of us might stop to look at the picture of Sean and remember his stunning hazel eyes and carefree grin. We might even light a candle or say a prayer in hopes that this memorial helps to save a life someday.
Unlike the writer, I do hope that, when I die, somebody takes the time to loiter, to remember my name, and to think of me the way that the hundreds of friends at Sean's funeral are still thinking of him and his family.
Janet Laird, New Port Richey
Different party, different rules?
When President George W. Bush came to Sims Park in New Port Richey) in 2004, mounted policemen moved all the pro-Kerry protesters around to the other side of Orange Lake, and made sure they stayed there during the rally.
During Monday night's rally for Joe Biden at the same venue , McCain supporters were permitted to stay and shout just beyond the fence.
Can someone please explain this apparent anomaly?
Nick Hobart,New Port Richey
Do stolen signs reveal real GOP?
Tuesday morning, I visited the Hudson Pasco County Library where each side of the driveway was plastered with Republican signs. Inside, I asked whether the public library was now a Republican stronghold.
I wondered why there were no Democrat signs. I was told that the Obama/Biden signs have been stolen or destroyed.
So this is the way Republicans uphold their moral values? Please!
Arthur Gay, New Port Richey
Keep publishing old photos, stories
Being a history buff, I very much enjoy the Pasco heritage photographs and stories you frequently feature in your paper!
Not to be too picky, I do wish to correct a minor error in the photograph and caption on Page 3 of Oct. 27. The caption reads that the photo of the scene in New Port Richey was taken in May 1955. Looking at the photo, we see a 1957 Chevrolet parked in the street. This indicates that the photo had to be taken after the 1957 automobiles were introduced.
Please continue to feature old photographs, maps, and stories of Pasco County's history. They are enjoyed by many!
Eric Stallworth, San Antonio
Gulf High alumni thank the planners
I am a 1976 graduate of Gulf High School, and the weekend of Oct. 24 we celebrated with the first Gulf High Alumni Invasion. In attendance, we had over 300 graduates from recently to back to the 1940s attend the weekend event and the Gulf versus Hudson football game.
I want to recognize Bill Phillips and the Gulf High Alumni Invasion committee for putting in the time and effort to pull this reunion together. It was well appreciated by all that attended.
Thank you, and we are looking forward to attending the future invasions.
Dave Helfrich, Melbourne
Hospice workers dedicated, caring
Most of us remember someone who helped us during a difficult time. Perhaps this person was a grandparent, teacher or even a stranger who provided us with support and guidance in the midst of a crisis. Memories of these individuals often last a lifetime.
And so it is with the end-of-life experience, a time that often brings turbulent waves of complex emotions ranging from denial, grief and anger to acceptance and peace. November is National Hospice/Palliative Care Month. Hernando-Pasco Hospice's 2,000 staff and volunteers throughout Hernando, Citrus and Pasco counties are dedicated to bringing care, comfort and support to individuals and family members who are affected by a life-limiting illness. We are committed to providing such services with the greatest professionalism, dignity and respect because we, too, want to be there when you need us most.
Our volunteers and staff are your community neighbors and friends. The majority of us live in our tri-county service area and collectively, we share a passion for and commitment to what we do daily; providing extraordinary end-of-life care in extraordinary ways to individuals regardless of their ability to pay.
Last year, we provided approximately $7-million in charity care. We are your community hospice, and consider it a privilege and honor to serve you. Thank you for giving us that opportunity.
Thomas D. Barb,President and CEO, Hernando-Pasco Hospice