Married Sandy Odie - she died in 2013.
Gary Eure
Gary Fredrick Eure, 58, of Spotsylvania County passed away Monday, April 11, 2011, at Mary Washington Hospital.
He worked as a safety engineer for more than 25 years and for Ace Insurance for several years. He also worked as a residential care provider for Wall Residences.
Gary is survived by his wife of 37 years, Sandra; two sons, Damien Eure and his wife, Tatiana, of Spotsylvania and Ryan Eure of Fredericksburg; a daughter, Elizabeth Eure of Tampa, Fla.; his father, Joseph Eure of New York; his mother, Maxine Humphries of Tacoma Park, Md.; a sister, Novella Eure of California; two brothers, Yusef Eure of Los Angeles, and Timothy Eure of Washington; a granddaughter, Sofiya; and numerous nieces and nephews.
He was preceded in death by a brother, Steven.
A memorial service will be held Saturday, April 16, at 11 a.m at Found and Sons Funeral Chapels-Cremation Service, 10719 Courthouse Road, Fredericksburg, with Chaplain Linda Ray officiating.
Online condolences may be expressed to Gary's family at foundandsons.com.
Published by The Free Lance - Star on Apr. 15, 2011.
Barbara Smith (1971)
Gary was a great person and I have so many fond memories of our outings. How very sad to pass at such a young age.
Charles Daniels (1971)
The first classmate I met when I arrived on campus as a Freshman was my Grove Terrace roommate – Gary Eure. Gary and I were from two vastly different worlds. Gary was from Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, New York. I, from Muskogee, Oklahoma. He liked to be called Mohammed Eure and calling me Oak, short for Okie. I knew he and I would get along well when he also started calling me “Homes”, a brotherly term he only used with his Hometown Guys. We fondly referred to ourselves as the “Homii”, plural for Homes. One of my favorite memories was the night after DOA while I was carefully packing for our trip the next day to Yosemite and Squaw Valley for FOT '71. Gary entered our bedroom, and in less than a couple of minutes - opened his closet door, grabbed all his clothes (both clean and dirty), shoved them into his suitcase and proclaimed “I’m done, I’ll see you later”. Out the door he went, not to be seen again, until we boarded the busses the next morning. One couldn’t help but enjoy being around Gary. He was the life of the party and never was short for words, more often than not, rhyming his words and sentences, just as Muhammad Ali did back then.
Here’s my favorite pic of Gary.