I knew Cyrus as Mr. Brown, the whimsical, witty, and engaging father of my school friend, Laura. What I remember most from those years was how proud he was of Laura and that he was present for so many of the moments that mattered. At Drama Club performances and Middle School Chorus concerts, there he was. I can still picture him standing next to my father, belting out “Good King Wenceslas” at the Christmas Choral Club show. May his memory be for a blessing.
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