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Shane Dickson
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Shane
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1969 - 2017
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(John) Kenneth Finegan

Yes I'll miss Shamus (a few of us called him that, like the Irish “Seamus”; there's a story behind it as there were so many stories for him to tell throughout his life). It's interesting though that I'll miss him for unique reasons that aren't common with many other friends I have. For me, he was one to go to for intellectual pursuits, unique interests, and for just being a good guy with whom to be with and talk. It's funny, in high school I was part of the honors classes and all that, but I didn't end up with any long term friends from those classes that went to UPenn or something with whom I could talk, discuss literature, philosophy, religion, history, music, more. Shamus if I'm not mistaken wasn't in those courses, went to a state college, but he's the one I ended up talking with about all of the above. For me it's nice and fulfilling at times to have intellectual pursuits, but it's more enjoyable when you have someone of like mind with whom you can conversate. And we could do this anywhere: bars, dart games, camping, driving. I also remember when he moved out of his parents', and he brought many books with him: oldies, out of prints, literature, textbooks. He was harder to part with them than I was with mine ultimately. Then there were the pursuits. For him there was avid fishing, where I think he advanced to a stage where he would do it in the deep sea. I remember when he moved to Florida, I had a dream of him opening his own seafood joint where there would be food right out of the sea, fresh as it comes, and he with his culinary skills would cook it up. I thought Florida would be a good land of opportunity for him in that respect. I have never been too much of a cook and Shane was the go- to guy with food, for instance if you were barbecuing and you needed the proverbial “grillmaster”. I think I'll always picture him flipping some good meant at the grill, and yes with cigarette in mouth, but it was part of the image. But he was also a go- to guy when it came to unique pursuits of my own. For instance I've been into astronomy, meteor showers and the like for years, and Shane would be one to notify about it since he not only wouldn't laugh off your interest, but he would often join up. Once we had this big bromantic weekend where our friend Rob led us to Martha's vineyard. It was 3 of us, and you would think that 2 of us would turn on 1 at some time but it never really happened even though it covered days. Shows you how well we got along. And you should have seen us eat—the food and cooking that they did was remarkable. If it was up to me we would've had hot dogs and canned food, but with those 2 we had several kind of meats, courses, fresh fish, more. On a side note, Shane would never gain weight! No matter what he ate, how old he was, he was one of those small framed guys you're jealous of who kept it off after high school and forever! Anyway back to the trip: We explored different hiking and driving routes, restaurants, and on 1 of the nights was the biggest meteor shower of the year and we laid out for that and saw a lot of them. Others would've been more close -minded about the food, the place, the activities, but not Shamus. Another pursuit of mine where he joined in was ghost hunting. Yes that's right, we pursued apparitions! What happened was i found a list of supposedly haunted places on Wikipedia and many of them are in the tri- state area, so I wanted to check them for myself. I told a few folks, but again who was willing and eager to go? Part of it was because we were both skeptics, not buying into the ghost stories as we believed they were. And keep in mind we weren't doing this in our 20s for the heck of it, this was actually a few years ago, and his sister Katie was the only female ever to attend with us (read into that what you will). And he was pursuant as well: brought a voice recorder, tried to call them out, wanted to walk the walk and not just stay in the car. And I won't forget that he was a good guy to be with often. His humor, aforementioned conversation subjects, and his care were appreciated. I have had trouble with depression and the like for many years and I often remember Shamus being o.k with me nevertheless, ready for more conversation on various topics, being a steady friend for me, being open as usual. These past few years I've missed that at times, he being in Florida, at times being close to moving back here and me looking forward to it. I remember him being good with kids too like his nieces and nephews, and with customers when we were employed at Lord and Taylor's. He was also one who didn't care about social shunning even back in high school times. He was one who would be friends with you regardless of your status back then, the troubles you supposedly had. He was fearless with what, who he liked and he acted upon that, and it didn't seem like others' opinions mattered as they shouldn't have. Well I hope that I was one who at least knew him well, knew some very good parts of his persona, knew his mind, likes, pursuits well. They became a positive part of my life too. They won't be forgotten soon either. It's a part of my life that I don't want to say farewell to, but again there are memories. And I don't want to leave a loose end in his nickname story. What happened was that we were at a notorious Eastchester bar called O 'Reilly's in it's early days, before we frequented it for the good dart games/boards/players etc they had. Shamus was ordering from the bartender who had a thick Irish accent. For some reason he got it in his head that the barkeep was named Seamus and kept calling him that: “hey Seamus let me get a Heineken”, “hey Seamus let me get another” etc. Finally “Seamus” had enough and proclaimed: “my name's Dave, Dave!” Shamus apologized and even wondered to us if he was throwing out there an Irish slur that we didn't now about. They became friends with Dave after, and Shamus was born. --(John) Kenneth Finegan, New York
Saturday May 27, 2017 at 10:52 am
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