Gary Lane Thomas went home to be with his Lord and Savior early Monday morning, May 9, 2011, having made the decision to serve Him at 16 years of age. Gary was very open concerning his faith throughout his journey here on this earth.

The son of Clifford and Etta Gordon Thomas, Gary was born in Bangor on July 25, 1940. While spending time in Virginia, Washington, D.C., and Texas, he always ended up coming back home to Maine. He was a Maine boy as his speech so richly reflected. “As close to the speech of King George you can get,” he proudly declared.

He so enjoyed the neighborhood. Summer (black flies and all) was his very favorite season and he was always up for a day trip to fully take in everything: the state parks, the lighthouses, the fairs, snag a ferry to the quaint little islands, a ride to anywhere on a train pulled by a steam engine, Thunderhole, Camden and Rockland harbors, coffee shops, art galleries, antique shops, whale watching, the colors in the fall and a good old storm kicking up with thunder and lightning — bring it on. Oh yeah, and he sure enjoyed “lobstah,” a good seafood platter, one of those little white church fundraisers — a baked bean “suppah,” haddock, fish chowder and Maine blueberries.

Gary was loved. He was full of life, on the move and his wonderful off-the-wall humor made us laugh. Those blue eyes would just dance as he played you like a fiddle. He was a talented artist, photographer, and quite the yarn spinner. He’d prance across some ledge and hang off some cliff to get just the right angle for his photo. Gary’s pencil portraits were amazing. A compassionate man, he’d rescue a turtle on the shoulder of the road. “I know just the right little pond for him where he will be safe.” Turtle in tow, off we go. There was Louie the baby raccoon, another rescue. He loved his cats, Cotton and Topaz. And if all that wasn’t enough, he was working on a book. Finished, I think it “woodah been some good.”

Gary’s remains were lovingly laid to rest Sunday, May 17 at Schoodic Point. There will be no public memorial service. He was a private man. He will be missed. He is survived by his children, April Lynn Thomas, Mark Allen Thomas and Amber Lee Bateman; and his grandchildren, April’s daughter, Nichole Hope Watkins, and Amber’s sons, Zachery Dean Harris and Brandon Bateman. Chosen and honored to dearly love him always are Jane Sargent Tardiff, a full sister in thought, word and deed, as well as Karen Beth Brooks, a forever friend. He was predeceased by his father, Clifford Thomas; his mother, Etta Gordon Achorn; and Uncle Eddy, Edgar Gordon.

Go rest high, dear one. Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.