Cory was the second of the six children of David S. Fridge, Jr and Jacqueline Stanford Fridge. His walk on Earth ended when he wrecked into a tree on a ranch near Houston, TX. He was only 22 years old.
Cory was a free spirit. He loved to wear his golden hair long: it was his protest to convention. He backpacked and hitchhiked all over the country beginning at the age of 17. He had an unforgettable, crinkled smile, quick wit and keen, often mischievous, sense of humor. His younger siblings adored & looked up to him.
Cory made known to his father his desire to be cremated and his ashes strewn upon The Appalachian Trail. When he died, his family honored his wishes by scattering his ashes onto Amicalola Falls, a favorite place of Cory's, where he began his hikes to the Georgia end of The Appalachian Trail.
Gathered for the scattering were his parents, stepmother, three brothers, two sisters, his brother-in-law, his two sisters-in-law, his maternal aunt and uncle. They had journeyed their way up into the North Georgia Mountains, Cory's ashes cradled in his younger sister's arms.
Down the steps to the overlook near the top of the falls, he was carried. Final words were said, accompanied by music on Cory's guitar. Deeply somber, a rite so hauntingly beautiful: all was most fitting for Cory: son of nature, child of the wind.
Cory, you are the founder of The Royal Order Of Coombachoombas, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Cory was a free spirit. He loved to wear his golden hair long: it was his protest to convention. He backpacked and hitchhiked all over the country beginning at the age of 17. He had an unforgettable, crinkled smile, quick wit and keen, often mischievous, sense of humor. His younger siblings adored & looked up to him.
Cory made known to his father his desire to be cremated and his ashes strewn upon The Appalachian Trail. When he died, his family honored his wishes by scattering his ashes onto Amicalola Falls, a favorite place of Cory's, where he began his hikes to the Georgia end of The Appalachian Trail.
Gathered for the scattering were his parents, stepmother, three brothers, two sisters, his brother-in-law, his two sisters-in-law, his maternal aunt and uncle. They had journeyed their way up into the North Georgia Mountains, Cory's ashes cradled in his younger sister's arms.
Down the steps to the overlook near the top of the falls, he was carried. Final words were said, accompanied by music on Cory's guitar. Deeply somber, a rite so hauntingly beautiful: all was most fitting for Cory: son of nature, child of the wind.
Cory, you are the founder of The Royal Order Of Coombachoombas, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Cory was the second of the six children of David S. Fridge, Jr and Jacqueline Stanford Fridge. His walk on Earth ended when he wrecked into a tree on a ranch near Houston, TX. He was only 22 years old.
Cory was a free spirit. He loved to wear his golden hair long: it was his protest to convention. He backpacked and hitchhiked all over the country beginning at the age of 17. He had an unforgettable, crinkled smile, quick wit and keen, often mischievous, sense of humor. His younger siblings adored & looked up to him.
Cory made known to his father his desire to be cremated and his ashes strewn upon The Appalachian Trail. When he died, his family honored his wishes by scattering his ashes onto Amicalola Falls, a favorite place of Cory's, where he began his hikes to the Georgia end of The Appalachian Trail.
Gathered for the scattering were his parents, stepmother, three brothers, two sisters, his brother-in-law, his two sisters-in-law, his maternal aunt and uncle. They had journeyed their way up into the North Georgia Mountains, Cory's ashes cradled in his younger sister's arms.
Down the steps to the overlook near the top of the falls, he was carried. Final words were said, accompanied by music on Cory's guitar. Deeply somber, a rite so hauntingly beautiful: all was most fitting for Cory: son of nature, child of the wind.
Cory, you are the founder of The Royal Order Of Coombachoombas, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Cory was a free spirit. He loved to wear his golden hair long: it was his protest to convention. He backpacked and hitchhiked all over the country beginning at the age of 17. He had an unforgettable, crinkled smile, quick wit and keen, often mischievous, sense of humor. His younger siblings adored & looked up to him.
Cory made known to his father his desire to be cremated and his ashes strewn upon The Appalachian Trail. When he died, his family honored his wishes by scattering his ashes onto Amicalola Falls, a favorite place of Cory's, where he began his hikes to the Georgia end of The Appalachian Trail.
Gathered for the scattering were his parents, stepmother, three brothers, two sisters, his brother-in-law, his two sisters-in-law, his maternal aunt and uncle. They had journeyed their way up into the North Georgia Mountains, Cory's ashes cradled in his younger sister's arms.
Down the steps to the overlook near the top of the falls, he was carried. Final words were said, accompanied by music on Cory's guitar. Deeply somber, a rite so hauntingly beautiful: all was most fitting for Cory: son of nature, child of the wind.
Cory, you are the founder of The Royal Order Of Coombachoombas, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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