Nicholas Edward Ceane

By any standard measure Nick’s life was too short. We can say that.

This exceptionally handsome, strong, smart, active, kind and troubled young man was with us for just twenty-six years. We had all looked forward to having our Nick around for a long time to come yet and watching him grow but for some reason it wasn’t meant to be.

If on a given day you wanted to see Nick he could often be found around his home turf. That would be the greater Sacramento area, primarily focused somewhere a bit to the northeast: think Fair Oaks to Rocklin. He knew it inside and out. But if you didn’t find him there you might try Las Vegas or the Sierra Mountains or even Amsterdam. It was hard to say exactly where Nick was at any moment unless you were actually standing next to him. He was as full of energy and as prepared to use it as anyone who ever lived. That was our Nick. We miss him.

Nick. Nicky, Nickelodeon, Nick at Night.

But how long is a life really? How long should it be? Maybe each life is exactly as long as it needs to be. If we measure by how deeply a person has touched the lives of those around him then Nick Ceane lived a long, full and productive life. If you were moved by Nick you knew it. He made friends easily. He felt deeply and intensely. In moments of honesty he could open himself up to you in such a disarming way that you could neither resist nor withhold. He was a child, a boy, a youth, a man...who burned life’s candle more brightly than most of us would dare. Some would say too brightly, holding nothing in reserve for later. But that was our Nick. Pure energy. He lived fully and in the moment. We love him.

An army of family, friends, lovers, allies and acquaintances will never forget Nick. They will never forget special, significant experiences they shared with him. Forever they will occasionally stop, smile and remember the time that...

Forever, Nick. Thanks for being there.