This past winter in a passing conversation with Coby, I mentioned one of our friends who recently passed away. Coby blurted out, “No funeral, no music, no nothing. Just cremate me!!” Coby got a bad roll of the dice. He was in severe, immense pain even then, so I’ll take a little leniency fulfilling his wishes. Many years ago, there was a country western radio star, T. Texas Tyler, the man with a million friends! Well of course, Coby couldn’t top a million, but the show of his friends and acquaintances who stopped by, phoned and sent cards to our family of their warm condolences was a real tribute of love and respect for our Coby.
As most people know, Coby was one of those people who walked to the beat of his own drum. He would rather go fishing or sit around a campfire all night at Rocky Glen with friends than be in his little shop. These enjoyable pleasure-filled days meant so much to him. Occasionally, something brings up those wonderful days that many of us miss in life. Coby’s one great achievement in life was to “enjoy life.” I always considered another great achievement of his was the building of the little red truck he had for so many years. He built it from the frame up. I’m sure he had help from friends along the way. I remember the last day we got it running but as rare and noble feat of skill and engineering building a vehicle is, he had no interest in making a profit from it. Turning down the chance of a lifetime to keep on “Cobying.”
Besides all the wonderful people, our Coby had no immediate family, but he was most fortunate to have two mothers, Carole Ann of Atlanta and Rose Ann of Scranton, a dear brother, Carey of Scranton, and a niece and her family.
Our family wishes to thank all of you who offered sincere condolences during this time of sorrow that we all must endure during our lifetime. I also wish to thank the doctors, nurses and staff of the sixth floor of Geisinger CMC that allowed Coby a few weeks pain-free from his cancer. No one anywhere else could have received any better care and support than Coby did at Geisinger CMC. I would also like to thank Kearney Funeral Home for their help in this difficult time. Death is the price we pay for the privilege of living. Thank each and everyone of “Y’all” and God Bless.
All is well now. It is done. May I close with some favorite words that close the Bible, “May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all, always, Amen.”
Thank you, Ronnie and family.
Private arrangements are under the care of the Thomas P. Kearney Funeral Home, Inc., 517 N. Main St., Old Forge.
