Shaun was a man of quiet brilliance. His presence never had to be loud. His smile was infectious!
From the time he could hold a pencil, he was drawing. The world for him was lines and shapes, shadows and stories. He carried sketchpads everywhere, and if one wasn’t around, even a napkin would do.
But he wasn’t just an artist. On the basketball court, he moved like poetry—fluid, fearless, and focused. That smooth jump shot of his? Unforgettable. He played with heart, not ego. He was always ahead of his time. Walking at just 7 months, driving by 8 years old. Drawing at the age of 6. Always sharp, always surprising us.
Shaun was also one of the most loyal people you could ever meet. He remembered your birthday, even if you forgot his. He was the one you could call at 2 a.m.—no judgment, just love. He didn’t say a lot, but when he spoke, his words carried weight.
The greatest love of his life came the day his daughter was born. From that moment on, everything he did was for her.
His nephews looked up to him—not because he tried to be perfect, but because he was perfectly himself. Holidays with him meant laughter, video games, and memories we’ll hold forever.
In the end, the lines he drew weren’t just on paper. They’re etched into our hearts—in loyalty, kindness, and the quiet beauty of a life well lived.
Help us honor his memory by living with kindness, compassion, and love that he exemplified. Celebrate his spirit and keep his legacy alive in our hearts.