Thursday, April 2, 2020
I want to say hi to Sean’s dad, Paul, who I knew when I lived in Strathmore. My last name was Beadling then, my son is Keir Beadling. Keir and Sean were friends from the time they were in elementary school at Roberts. I remember Sean as a smart, friendly, spunky neighborhood boy. We moved from Strathmore in 1984, and I remember hearing about Sean being hit while riding his bike, a horrible life-changing accident. Currently (before this social distancing), I am a regular breakfast volunteer at the Samaritan Center downtown, Mon and Weds morning. Several months ago, I was serving coffee and a young man approached me and asked about my son Keir. I did not recognize him until he told me he was Sean Casey. We talked for awhile, and as he talked, I caught glimpses of the young boy I had known over 30 years ago. Over the last few months, I often saw Sean and always made a point of talking with him, even if we had only a few minutes. He talked about his mom, who died of breast cancer years ago, and his sister, Jennifer, and his dad Paul, each of whom I knew from those Strathmore days. Mostly, when we talked, he’d tell me he was OK, just trying to get his finances together. He was always friendly, never seemed down or depressed, I always got a big smile from him when we saw each other. I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to spend time, though in short spurts, with Sean. The last time I saw him was maybe a month or 6 weeks ago. I am thinking of you, Paul. Stay strong.
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