This lovely beach in San Diego was the site of the reception after Chad Corbin’s funeral Saturday. Our cousin was only 31 years old.
Chad lived near the beach. He was an avid surfer and he also loved playing his guitar. He graduated from U.C. Davis and was married to Carolina. He was an HR manager at a bio-tech corporation. Chad’s mother, Jamie Anne, was my husband Robert’s niece. I’d known little “Annie” even before I met Robert because she was my BFF’s niece. I married into the whole family because they were all wonderful, and I was right.
Chad’s younger brother, Drew, is in the Navy. He is stationed in San Diego right now after a two year stint in Germany and Afghanistan. It was good that Drew was nearby.
Chad died Tuesday, February 8 after a seven month struggle with stomach cancer. On Saturday many people said, “Now he is in a better place,” but it’s hard to imagine a more beautiful place than San Diego. They meant, of course, that his terrible ordeal with illness was over. See Chad’s comfort quilt here
I am sure there must be spectacular kite surfing spots in the hereafter.
My son Davis and my two grandsons drove me down to San Diego. They were such good companions.
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