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Gary Kavanaugh, 51, of Tyler, passed away on September 26, 2012 at his home. Mr. Kavanaugh, an account manager for Tyler Beverages, was born on October 16, 1960 in Houston. He grew up in Lake Jackson and attended Sam Houston State in Huntsville, where he received an Associate's Degree. He enjoyed hunting and fishing.
He is survived by his son, Clint Kavanaugh; daughter, Kayla Kavanaugh, their mother, Janet Kavanaugh, all of Van; his father, John O. Kavanaugh of Tyler and brother, David Kavanaugh of Hercules, CA.
Visitation will be held from 6:00PM-8:00PM, Sunday, September 30, 2012 at Tyler Memorial Funeral Home, 12053 State Highway 64 West, Tyler. Funeral Services will be held at 11:00 AM, Monday, October 1, 2012, also at the funeral home. Entombment will follow in Tyler Memorial Cemetery.
Arrangements are entrusted to Tyler Memorial Funeral Home and Cemetery.
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David Kremmer
Great guy, who will be missed....Lots of good memories through Jr. high and High School...
David Kremmer
Neal Beeson
Gary was a great guy and will be missed by all of us. My prayers go out to his family and friends.
Don Ripple
What sadness it is to hear of the passing of Gary. Iam instantly brought back to the memories of Gary and the good times we had together in high school and at Sam Houston. From the great times I had with Gary and David Aldous cruising in his camero at the Sonic, to Us all burning up the dance floor at Vrazels Ballroom, to our intermural football team at Sam Houston of Home Town Boys (the Duff Mivers) . My thoughts and prayers go out to his family. The great thing is- Memories never die
Arthur Cayer
As I read through the list of names in the "Memory" section....again....it is partly with disbelief. Friends, so full of life, passing before their time. It's a kick in the gut. Gary was another Larger-Than-Life individual, and it is with great sorrow that I hear of his passing. I can remember, in Clute Intermediate, Gary was one of those super-cool guys; a football hero. Guys wanted to be like him, and girls.....well....there were girls. So long, my friend. We will miss you dearly.
Sheri Gretschel (E)
I'm so sorry I was unable to make it to the service for Gary. During jr high and high school Gary was at our house almost every day, and he became like a brother to me. Gary, you will be missed for your sense of humor, your zest for life, and for your caring. Had such a good time at the surprise birthday party we had for him. So sorry that we weren't good with keeping in touch as adults, and so sorry it had been 2 years since we'd last talked. I know he was crazy about his kids, and still seemed to enjoy life as he always had. I loved you!
Chris Waples
Gary lived just a few houses down from me on Sycamore when we were young. We didn't hang out a lot when we were young, but started doing things together in high school. I remember waiting in a gas line all night with Gary during the summer of '77 or '78 gas shortage. Don't know if we really needed the gas that bad or just an excuse to stay up all night. Somehow I managed to come home with a flashing road barricade in the back of my car the next morning. Still not sure how that got there??? We also had a lot of poker games with Gary. It was mostly nickles and quarters until Gary started on a loosing streak. Then the pots would grow to $25, $50 and even $100+ dollars. He would always carry a ton of cash to the game and if he started loosing he would just double down on every hand. Eventually he knew we could not afford to lose and he would get his money back by default. We tried to get Gary to attend the last reunion and he was unable, probably thinking he would wait for the next one. I will miss my friend!! RIP Gary
Bruce L Bradford
Gary was one of the main reasons that our B'wood days were so amazing. Most of you have probably figured out that what we had at B'wood was special and unique. The bond that remains so many years later is to be cherished.
I was lucky to have Gary as good friend (as well as the other guys in the poker games...CM just dealt Gary a hand of In Between).
2012 just got a little tougher for me...Gary and Craig, I know that you will deal in my son Benjamin (went home July 20, 2012) until we meet again.
Every day is a blessing, big deals are just small deals in disguise.
I love you Gary, and I love all of my B'wood mates.
BruceBradford
Tere Clark (Shipman)
I remember Gary coming by my house many nights after work. We would just sit in his car in front of my house and talk for hours about life and dreams and whatever. Some kissing was involved, but nothing else. He was a gentleman and just plain nice to talk with. I really don't remember what we spent those hours talking about. Never really "dated", but the conversations were very enjoyable. I hope to see him in heaven one day.
Darrell Jones
I don't know Gary's kids but if you do they might get a kick out of this story...
When we were preparing for graduation in 1979 and planning the obligatory senior bonfire it occurred to Gary, Mike Gaubatz and me that we should top the bonfire off with a real outhouse. Yes, an outhouse. Go big or go home. Of course it never occurred to any of us that there might be some less-than-desirable dynamics involved in moving a functioning outhouse. 18 is such a cute age.
Typical 18-year-old rationale – this is small town Texas. How hard can it be to find an outhouse? You just have to look around, right? Ok so now we have a plan – we’re gonna load up and look around. Gary offered to drive. We loaded an ice chest, of course, and jumped in Gary’s truck (El Camino, I think?) and headed west. We combed every back road in Brazoria, West Columbia and even went as far as Sweeny. No luck. Even though this was 40 years ago a rational thinker would surmise that even 40 years ago there probably hadn’t been a real outhouse in use in probably 60 years. This “fact” was lost on us because we were fueled by Miller Lite, raw energy and dedication to the mission, and, oh, those wacky 18-year-old brains.
After several hours and lots of miles, and determined to not be head-butted by reality, we lowered our mission target and settled for a small inclement weather enclosure at a school bus stop somewhere outside of West Columbia. It was, at least, the same shape as an outhouse and roughly the same size (even though we all joked that none of us had ever actually seen an outhouse). Luckily we could pick it up and luckily it fit in GK’s truck bed. Mission accomplished! It was hardly the ceremonial outhouse that we were seeking but we considered the mission a success and we called it an outhouse anyway and not an elementary school bus stop rain shed …
That outhouse did make it to the top of our senior bonfire. Our celebratory picture shows us standing on top of the bonfire with said outhouse about to be blazed, Sander’s, El Rod’s and my spray painted signatures, a crazy Laredo sign that someone crafted for some reason, Scott Sanders mugging it up and me holding an empty Miller Lite bottle with a dead snake hanging out of it celebrating the final stage of Operation Outhouse. It was glorious. I remember doing this and I remember putting the dead snake head-first into that empty bottle. What I can’t remember is why?…And I don’t remember why neither of my partners-in-crime are in the picture. Maybe heads down planning our next mission… As the driver and the de facto leader of us knuckleheads Gary took great pride in this accomplishment. One of my favorite memories from Lake Jackson.
This bonfire and picture were on school property and in our 1979 yearbook BTW.
Today the sentiment would be ------- Where are their parents…???!!!
RIP GK, you outhouse-stealing scallywag…