Geoff was a killed in a car accident on April 14, 2000 when he was only sixteen-years-old. He was a truly incredible person.
He was smart, talented and had a wonderful personality. All this, though, does not even scratch the surface of who Geoff
was. Everyone who met Geoff loved him. Over five-hundred people attended his funeral to pay their tributes. They stood in the
pouring rain to say farewell to their friend. Geoff, we love you and miss you.
On this page are a few pictures of Geoff that have been gathered to share. I hope that you enjoy them. Click on the thumbnails to view the full-size pictures.* A new window with be created in which you will view the pictures. When you click a different picture, the picture will be displayed in the same window.
A picture in fourth grade in Sacramento.
A picture in sixth grade with his friend, Jessica.
Geoff dancing with his sister, Molly.
With his brother and sister, Rory and Molly.
With his mom and dad.
A group of friends at the formal of '99.
At the arm of his friend, Jessica, at the formal of '00.
Gathering with a group of friends.
With his friend, Erin.
With a group of friends.
Casually with friends.
At Lucy's 16th birthday party.
With his friend, Jessica.
With his friend, Lucy.
With his waterpolo team.
After Geoff's death, the seat that he sat in was decorated.
Melissa's Reflections Two Years Later
April 14, 2002
I want to preface these paragraphs by just saying that my thoughts are not necessarily representative of the club or anything else, but I have created this web site, and two years after Geoff Laverty passed away, I want to share my thoughts.
Two years. 730 days. It's been two long, short years. I was thinking about this entire incident, and what a drastic change it was in my life. I say that the years were long because I look back, and it seemed like I was so young; I was still an innocent fifteen years old. My entire world crumbled when I heard the news.
Yet, I say that it was such a short time ago because two years is not a very long time. I can still remember everything about Geoff. I can remember him smiling and turning bright red in chemistry class after cracking a joke. I can remember that goofy smile that he always flashed. I can remember his phone ringing in the middle of chemistry class as he got up and went outside to see if Lucy had passed her driving test. I can remember classes with Mr. Siblot. I would always borrow his pens and use them because he had nicer pens than I did. We would joke about how he was getting an F in French (as if that were possible). I can remember one time (sorry Saad), Geoff asked Saad if he had a nose ring, but when he got closer realized that it was a somewhat shiny pimple. Those were the days. I can also remember the days of Children's Theater as we went around and performed small plays for younger kids. I can remember his magic tricks that he performed. He used color-changing rabbit props for his sixth grade speech for student council. Straw up the nose and back out. Disappearing card. His french presentation on his summer at West Coast Wizards camp. Le roi, la dame, et le valet.
I can remember so many things, and I surprise myself writing this entry because I'm shocked that nothing has faded, after two years. But then again, how could any memory of Geoff fade? Sometimes, I still wonder in disbelief, how is that I will never see Geoff again? That is a sad fact that I have learned to face, though. So, yes, I am done mourning. After two years, I have realized that I cannot change anything, and I could not have changed it. But that mentality should never be mistaken for not caring or for forgetting. And with that, I conclude my small tribute to Geoff.
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