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The Eulogy of Sean Hewitt

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Sean was known by many people in many different ways. To some he was a talented musician; to some a composer. There are those that knew him as an understanding piano teacher or flight instructor. Others remember him as an outstanding scholar and a hard working student. Still others recall him as a close companion who made them laugh with his sense of humour and love of life. To some people he was all these things.
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Sean was an extraordinary individual and in his short life he accomplished alot. One thing that stands out most about Sean is his musical talent. While still in high school Sean was able to pick up almost any instrument in the music room and play along with us in the band. As well he played guitar at home and oboe in senior band. Of course he was also an incredible piano player. He had so many trophies and certificates from the piano festival that it is an accomplishment in itself that he found room for them all. When he wasn't practicing for the festival you could see him accompanying the high school choir, performing in the jazz band or playing for the fun of it. In the past few years Sean had also taken up composing. The body of work he left behind includes everything from big band music to pieces written for a single guitar. I can remember him with a stack of staff paper jotting down melodies he could hear in his head. Music was always close to his heart. It was his dream to someday be a professional musician.
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Sean was well known and liked in the high school by students and staff alike. He was great all round student and did well in all subjects. I remember how hard it was for him to decide if he was going into music or science when he left high school. Sean was extremely bright and talented, and it is clear to anyone who knew him from, that he could have pursued any discipline because he was good at whatever he did.
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Another important part of Sean's life was in air cadets. Through his years with the cadets he quickly advanced through the ranks to achieve the status of chief warrant officer. The cadets in his squadron admired him and knew he was someone they could talk to. Air cadets gave Sean a chance to fly which he loved to do.
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I've been close friends with Sean for the past fifteen years. Throughout his life, I never saw Sean waste his time with boredom. In his childhood, if he wasn't fooling around with his chemistry set or taking something apart in his garage; he would be playing in my sand box or helping me transform it into our hyperspeed spacecraft. Later in his life you could often find Sean playing or writing music when he wasn't out with his friends tobogganing, playing football, launching water balloons or doing a hundred other things. Even when he was busy with school and such, Sean still managed to find time for the things he loved. He always made the most of every day.
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Sean's friends knew him as someone who always had a good time no matter where he was or what he was doing and we always enjoyed listening to the stories afterwards. If you ever heard Sean tell a story you know it was just about the funniest thing in the world. When he told the infamous bank machine story I laughed till my sides hurt. I still laugh about those stories and I always will. I could sit down with all of you and tell stories about Sean for days. If he were here he could too because he could laugh at himself. One thing that Sean kept no matter where he was or what he did was his appreciation for life. You could hear it in his laughter and see it in the energy he put into everything he did. I've heard it said many times, by those close to him, that Sean lived more in twenty years than most people do in eighty.
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Although, I know Sean lead an extremely full life in the short time he was here; I also know I will miss him terribly. I'll miss the good times we use to have. I'll miss his toothy smile, sense of humour, the way he use to trip over his own two feet, the stories he use to tell and so many other things. But as long as we remember him and keep telling those stories he'll never really be gone; and even now I can't think of Sean Hewitt without cracking a smile because of all the joy he brought to my life and the lives of so many other people.
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Written By Sean McQueen



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