The memorial for Sam was incredible.
It was one of the best nights i've ever had. Sam was there.
The lightning was magical. Lots of musicians were playing outside and thats when the lightning started. It got closer and closer to us until it was right above us, lighting up the sky every few seconds. Everyone could feel Sam. He was with us.
Sam and Becky made me a scrapbook a couple years ago. It was being passed around.
Johnny wrote a poem about Sam and read it out loud.
Videos of Sam were being watch.
His favorite cd's were being played.
His music friends were playing outside.
We were sharing funny stories.
It was a great night.
Sam has touched so many people.
For the climbers, he was so encouraging. Even though he could climb everything with ease, he still had no ego whatsoever. Every climber respected his ridiculous strength.
For the musicians, he was pure inspiration. The best dobro player around.
Everyone loves Sam.
Everyone misses Sam.
RIP, Sammy Sparrow!
Here are some pictures I found: