Beloved son of James L and Audrey Juanita Abernathy and brother of Karen Abernathy. Abe was born and grew up in Baltimore, where he had many friends who loved him dearly.
I first met Abe in 1998 when I moved to Baltimore from Fort Worth. I'd never lived away from my family, and Abe's friendship - along with the rest of Our Gang - made the transition relatively easy. He was a very kind and loving friend, and he loved making us all laugh. We were hanging out at the Whistling Oyster one day after work when he commented that I was a lightweight and was drinking my beer very slowly. I believe his words were, "Do you want a nipple for that?" I told him that I had been drinking coffee all day and was easing into the "beer phase." His face lit up, and he paid both our tabs and dragged me out the door to Max's, where they were having a small event for the release of Fuel, a Russian Imperial Stout infused with Sumatran coffee, which Abe had brewed with Tod Heatwole. They worked together at Capital City Brewing Company.
Abe was a popular brewer and had accepted a job as brewmaster at Old Dominion in Leesburg, Virginia, shortly before he died. The day he found out the job was official, we went to Wee Peter's, where I bought him a beer to celebrate. We used to make fun of him because he created some really wonderful microbrews, but what he usually drank when were out was Natty Boh (think Milwaukee's Best or Pabst Blue Ribbon). So we had our Natty Boh, with him monitoring my beer so he could buy me one in return. We continued the celebration at Bertha's, where he opened a tab and insisted my drinks be placed on it, and then he patiently tried to teach me to play darts Baseball and didn't flinch the third time I landed my dart in the wall next to the dartboard. We then moved on to Ledbetter's, where we sang our own duets of Dave Matthews Band, to the amused chagrin of the one-man band actually performing, and Abe insisted on buying my drinks. Even though we were celebrating his victory, his generosity was irrepressible. Abe had many interests, including woodworking and playing guitar, but what topped his list was caring for those he loved and making them laugh as much as possible.
Abe's official date of death is 28 Nov because his body was found that day, in the water near his sailboat, The Sandpiper. The last time we were all together, and the last time anyone saw him alive, was Thanksgiving. The near-week before his body was found was excruciating. The question of what happened to him is still lurking. It was initially believed he'd simply fallen in the water, or possibly that he'd hit his head and been knocked unconscious. This never sat right with any of us, knowing he was an experienced sailor who lived on his boat. In recent years, suspicions have arisen that he was followed home by a person or persons intending to rob him, and that he was killed in the process; or even that it was an intentional murder and robbery. We may never know, but what we do know is that we lost a wonderful person that night - a true friend who will live on in our memories forever.
Abe was survived by his parents; his sister, Karen, and her husband, Eric Barnes; his niece, Zola Abernathy Barnes; and many, many friends.
I first met Abe in 1998 when I moved to Baltimore from Fort Worth. I'd never lived away from my family, and Abe's friendship - along with the rest of Our Gang - made the transition relatively easy. He was a very kind and loving friend, and he loved making us all laugh. We were hanging out at the Whistling Oyster one day after work when he commented that I was a lightweight and was drinking my beer very slowly. I believe his words were, "Do you want a nipple for that?" I told him that I had been drinking coffee all day and was easing into the "beer phase." His face lit up, and he paid both our tabs and dragged me out the door to Max's, where they were having a small event for the release of Fuel, a Russian Imperial Stout infused with Sumatran coffee, which Abe had brewed with Tod Heatwole. They worked together at Capital City Brewing Company.
Abe was a popular brewer and had accepted a job as brewmaster at Old Dominion in Leesburg, Virginia, shortly before he died. The day he found out the job was official, we went to Wee Peter's, where I bought him a beer to celebrate. We used to make fun of him because he created some really wonderful microbrews, but what he usually drank when were out was Natty Boh (think Milwaukee's Best or Pabst Blue Ribbon). So we had our Natty Boh, with him monitoring my beer so he could buy me one in return. We continued the celebration at Bertha's, where he opened a tab and insisted my drinks be placed on it, and then he patiently tried to teach me to play darts Baseball and didn't flinch the third time I landed my dart in the wall next to the dartboard. We then moved on to Ledbetter's, where we sang our own duets of Dave Matthews Band, to the amused chagrin of the one-man band actually performing, and Abe insisted on buying my drinks. Even though we were celebrating his victory, his generosity was irrepressible. Abe had many interests, including woodworking and playing guitar, but what topped his list was caring for those he loved and making them laugh as much as possible.
Abe's official date of death is 28 Nov because his body was found that day, in the water near his sailboat, The Sandpiper. The last time we were all together, and the last time anyone saw him alive, was Thanksgiving. The near-week before his body was found was excruciating. The question of what happened to him is still lurking. It was initially believed he'd simply fallen in the water, or possibly that he'd hit his head and been knocked unconscious. This never sat right with any of us, knowing he was an experienced sailor who lived on his boat. In recent years, suspicions have arisen that he was followed home by a person or persons intending to rob him, and that he was killed in the process; or even that it was an intentional murder and robbery. We may never know, but what we do know is that we lost a wonderful person that night - a true friend who will live on in our memories forever.
Abe was survived by his parents; his sister, Karen, and her husband, Eric Barnes; his niece, Zola Abernathy Barnes; and many, many friends.
Beloved son of James L and Audrey Juanita Abernathy and brother of Karen Abernathy. Abe was born and grew up in Baltimore, where he had many friends who loved him dearly.
I first met Abe in 1998 when I moved to Baltimore from Fort Worth. I'd never lived away from my family, and Abe's friendship - along with the rest of Our Gang - made the transition relatively easy. He was a very kind and loving friend, and he loved making us all laugh. We were hanging out at the Whistling Oyster one day after work when he commented that I was a lightweight and was drinking my beer very slowly. I believe his words were, "Do you want a nipple for that?" I told him that I had been drinking coffee all day and was easing into the "beer phase." His face lit up, and he paid both our tabs and dragged me out the door to Max's, where they were having a small event for the release of Fuel, a Russian Imperial Stout infused with Sumatran coffee, which Abe had brewed with Tod Heatwole. They worked together at Capital City Brewing Company.
Abe was a popular brewer and had accepted a job as brewmaster at Old Dominion in Leesburg, Virginia, shortly before he died. The day he found out the job was official, we went to Wee Peter's, where I bought him a beer to celebrate. We used to make fun of him because he created some really wonderful microbrews, but what he usually drank when were out was Natty Boh (think Milwaukee's Best or Pabst Blue Ribbon). So we had our Natty Boh, with him monitoring my beer so he could buy me one in return. We continued the celebration at Bertha's, where he opened a tab and insisted my drinks be placed on it, and then he patiently tried to teach me to play darts Baseball and didn't flinch the third time I landed my dart in the wall next to the dartboard. We then moved on to Ledbetter's, where we sang our own duets of Dave Matthews Band, to the amused chagrin of the one-man band actually performing, and Abe insisted on buying my drinks. Even though we were celebrating his victory, his generosity was irrepressible. Abe had many interests, including woodworking and playing guitar, but what topped his list was caring for those he loved and making them laugh as much as possible.
Abe's official date of death is 28 Nov because his body was found that day, in the water near his sailboat, The Sandpiper. The last time we were all together, and the last time anyone saw him alive, was Thanksgiving. The near-week before his body was found was excruciating. The question of what happened to him is still lurking. It was initially believed he'd simply fallen in the water, or possibly that he'd hit his head and been knocked unconscious. This never sat right with any of us, knowing he was an experienced sailor who lived on his boat. In recent years, suspicions have arisen that he was followed home by a person or persons intending to rob him, and that he was killed in the process; or even that it was an intentional murder and robbery. We may never know, but what we do know is that we lost a wonderful person that night - a true friend who will live on in our memories forever.
Abe was survived by his parents; his sister, Karen, and her husband, Eric Barnes; his niece, Zola Abernathy Barnes; and many, many friends.
I first met Abe in 1998 when I moved to Baltimore from Fort Worth. I'd never lived away from my family, and Abe's friendship - along with the rest of Our Gang - made the transition relatively easy. He was a very kind and loving friend, and he loved making us all laugh. We were hanging out at the Whistling Oyster one day after work when he commented that I was a lightweight and was drinking my beer very slowly. I believe his words were, "Do you want a nipple for that?" I told him that I had been drinking coffee all day and was easing into the "beer phase." His face lit up, and he paid both our tabs and dragged me out the door to Max's, where they were having a small event for the release of Fuel, a Russian Imperial Stout infused with Sumatran coffee, which Abe had brewed with Tod Heatwole. They worked together at Capital City Brewing Company.
Abe was a popular brewer and had accepted a job as brewmaster at Old Dominion in Leesburg, Virginia, shortly before he died. The day he found out the job was official, we went to Wee Peter's, where I bought him a beer to celebrate. We used to make fun of him because he created some really wonderful microbrews, but what he usually drank when were out was Natty Boh (think Milwaukee's Best or Pabst Blue Ribbon). So we had our Natty Boh, with him monitoring my beer so he could buy me one in return. We continued the celebration at Bertha's, where he opened a tab and insisted my drinks be placed on it, and then he patiently tried to teach me to play darts Baseball and didn't flinch the third time I landed my dart in the wall next to the dartboard. We then moved on to Ledbetter's, where we sang our own duets of Dave Matthews Band, to the amused chagrin of the one-man band actually performing, and Abe insisted on buying my drinks. Even though we were celebrating his victory, his generosity was irrepressible. Abe had many interests, including woodworking and playing guitar, but what topped his list was caring for those he loved and making them laugh as much as possible.
Abe's official date of death is 28 Nov because his body was found that day, in the water near his sailboat, The Sandpiper. The last time we were all together, and the last time anyone saw him alive, was Thanksgiving. The near-week before his body was found was excruciating. The question of what happened to him is still lurking. It was initially believed he'd simply fallen in the water, or possibly that he'd hit his head and been knocked unconscious. This never sat right with any of us, knowing he was an experienced sailor who lived on his boat. In recent years, suspicions have arisen that he was followed home by a person or persons intending to rob him, and that he was killed in the process; or even that it was an intentional murder and robbery. We may never know, but what we do know is that we lost a wonderful person that night - a true friend who will live on in our memories forever.
Abe was survived by his parents; his sister, Karen, and her husband, Eric Barnes; his niece, Zola Abernathy Barnes; and many, many friends.
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