Edgar Tamayo’S Spirit
Ella se mostró alegre ante la muerte de Edgar Tamayo, ciudadano mexicano a quien inculparon sin pruebas y al que la policía culpó, procesó y condenó aprovechándose de que no sabía hablar inglés. Dios la perdone.
Birth date: Nov 30, 1943 Death date: Jan 3, 2021
Let us come together in joyous celebration that Gayle Patricia Gaddis was received by our Heavenly Father on January 3, 2021. She was born on November 30, 1943 to the late Charles Gottlick and Bernadette Gottlick of Scotch Plains, Read Obituary
Ella se mostró alegre ante la muerte de Edgar Tamayo, ciudadano mexicano a quien inculparon sin pruebas y al que la policía culpó, procesó y condenó aprovechándose de que no sabía hablar inglés. Dios la perdone.
Gayle. I miss you so much already. I keep thinking “oh I’ll have to tell Gayle this or that next time we speak.” There is definitely a piece of my heart that went to Heaven with you, Dearest Cousin. Yes I recall the rides in your convertible when you were so sweet to treat your little cousin. The first time I ever heard “77 WABC” being sung out and my first taste of that Rock’n’Roll that ended up playing such a huge part in my life. And even after your move to Texas, we corresponded like pen pals! Ten years difference in our age and you were never too busy for me. For some reason I think of us writing about Sly & the Family Stone from Texas. You were happy I knew them & we both loved the music! I recall the showers we threw for you - one of them at my apartment. I remember how in love you and Eddie were, and your giddy happiness when you brought him North to meet the family! So much more, Gayle. I could go on and on. But my favorite times were these last three years when we reconnected after a hiatus. We just picked up our closeness like we’d never been apart, and now this time, the ten year difference in age was nothing. At all. I owe you an enormous debt of gratitude for being the first relative to speak to me about my father, Howard Kirn. How wonderful to hear good things said about him, and to find out that everyone, including Nina and Papa, liked him. And you told me probably the most important things to know about my heritage, and my parents practicing Judaism. I would have never known some very important facts that eventually helped me figure out who I am, had it not been for you, Gayle. For that I am forever grateful. And when we weren’t talking about family, and our pets, and our aches and pains - we were laughing. Good Lord, could we make each other laugh. You understood me, Gayle. I cling to our last conversation on New Years Eve 2020. I know we closed with “I love you, Cousin” to each other. So no regrets. Just the empty place in my heart that my Dearest Gayle had filled. I’ll probably think of a hundred more things to say but right now, I will sign off with this: I love you, Cousin.
Gayle was always a sweet, caring cousin - who always made the "times together" good and fun, and who could find a great laugh to give!!!
Russ and I will miss you Gayle, you always had the best stories! I'll never forget the time at your parents house, Russ and I walked out towards the shop and a drunk man was in our car, we ran back to the house and you bravely grabbed a huge pot and ran out the door after him shouting "no one's gonna hurt my baby brother and his girlfriend"! The time we flew to Texas, you and Eddie took us to Gilley's and we rode the bull! So many fun memories at the shore house also!!! RIP now and tell Guy and Eddie we say hello! See you again one day!😇❤️ Love Russ and Joyce
Gayle was my cousin with whom I shared many happy times. Her dad, Uncle Babe, and her mom, Aunt Toots, welcomed family to their home in Scotch Plains, New Jersey, on many summer weekends. We would swim in their backyard pool, play badminton and croquet, and enjoy wonderful barbecues on the backyard grill which her dad had built. Gayle loved to laugh, and we shared many jokes and stories. She will be missed but will be remembered fondly.
I wish to extend my deepest sympathy to the Gaddis and Gottlick Families. Thinking about Gayle the past few days, my fondest memory of her was when I was home and heard a loud horn beeping in my driveway. As I walk outside, I see Gayle and her Grandmother in her new white Chevy Convertible, top down with the radio playing. She had the biggest smiled on her face and she was grinning ear to ear showing me her new car. This memory and Gayle's smile is one that will last a lifetime. RIP Gayle! Your kind heart, and infectious smile will live forever.
Love, Marge Estelle AKA Aunt Margie