When I thought about what I should say, I turned to a poem written by Linda Ellis called “The Dash”. Nathan N. Lamy December 15, 1972 – August 20, 2003. First came the date of his birth, and the following date we speak with tears, but what matters most of all is the dash between the years. “For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth… and now only those who loved him know what that little dash is worth. For it matters not how much we own; the cars…the house…the cash, what matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

As I have listened to so many people speak of their wonderful memories of Nathan, I realized how lucky all of us are to have been blessed with his presence. A presence that will go on forever in our hearts and in our memories.

There was something about Nate that drew people towards him. Whether just an acquaintance or a dear friend, Nate always made people feel comfortable and welcome. And although many may have judged him, he never judged anyone. Nate was so many things to so many people. Every one of us has countless stories of times spent with Nate. He was Mr. Manch Vegas, the Fonz of our hood. And we are all better people for having known him. All the precious moments we shared in his company will forever give us comfort.

Whether it was at family gatherings, countless concerts, Breakfast at Belmont Hall, hanging in Prouts Park, many Bike Week rallies in Laconia and Daytona, Christmas shopping with Cousin Bryan, many Phish and Grateful Dead shows, trips to Water Country or just shopping at Wal-Mart for Star Wars figures… Miss him, we will.

There was something about Nate for everyone. He was honest, kind, and loving.

And he never showed any disrespect to anyone. He would walk to the end of the earth for anyone that he cared for. He hung out with all types of people; there was no “type” of person that Nate didn’t hang out with. Look around; the variety of people he touched is just astounding.


Nate was an extremist. It was all or nothing. That was how he lived life. He surrounded himself with people he loved and people who loved him. He touched so many lives with his incredible sense of humor and his ability to make anyone smile; even if you only met him once or twice you would never forget him. Seldom do we ever meet people that leave such as lasting impression to all those they encounter.

Nate was extremely artistic, and he certainly wore his emotions on his sleeve. He has left his artistic mark on many. Whether in the form of words or drawings, his artistic nature and his bizarre sayings that so many of us will forever hear, was part of his great appeal. His infamous greetings… ‘Yo What Up Yo’ or ‘Good – N – You?’ or my favorite “Good Looking 1, this is Good Looking 2”.

He was such a huge part of our lives. He often loving referred to me as “mommy” or “Susie Homemaker”, and he was sure my son, Sam would be born with a mustache just like his Daddy… Nate was truly inspirational to me, and I am grateful for his devoted friendship. He taught me many things. But most importantly, he taught me to never judge a book by its cover, as you may just miss out on the best book you would ever read.

Nate was truly one of a kind. And his dedication to his good friends and family is undeniable, as anyone that knew him knows. We are all better people for having known him and sharing millions of some of the most fantastic memories. Nate loved everyone one of us here. Our hearts are broken and heavy; only Time will help us to heal. Nate never wanted to be old; he will forever be young in our hearts.

Nate, We will forever hear your laughter and your charisma will forever warm our hearts. We know you will be watching over us and waiting for us with open arms. So until we meet again it is with great sorrow I say, love you naked, bye.

Written by Hillary Louis August 25th, 2003

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