The stories. The pictures. The stupid shit. The adventures, friendships, inside jokes and moments that made Gage Carney, Gage. From Reno to Sparks, Nevada, this space was created by people who loved him so those memories have somewhere to live.
Gage Carney wasn't one thing. He was the friend who'd drop everything at 2 a.m. He was the one with the worst idea and the best execution. The one who made a room louder the second he walked in — and somehow better for it.
Out in Reno and Sparks, Nevada, he lived with Type 1 diabetes like it was a minor inconvenience to a much bigger plan. He worked hard, played harder, and never met a stranger he couldn't turn into a friend within ten minutes.
"He had this way of making you feel like you were exactly where you were supposed to be."
— A Friend
Why This Exists
KEEP THE STORIES.
Memories fade fast when nobody writes them down. The dumb jokes, the late-night drives, the things only the two of you knew — they disappear unless someone says them out loud. This is the place to say them.
Every story
submitted is reviewed by people who knew him before it appears.
No comments
no public posting, no noise — just a curated, respectful archive.
Yours to keep
a living record maintained by friends, for as long as it matters.
Why This Exists
HI, I'M KYLIE.
Gage was my boyfriend, my best friend, and an enormous part of my life for three years.
We built a life together in all the ordinary ways that don't seem important until suddenly they are. Adventures and plans. Inside jokes and arguments. Boring Tuesdays. Ridiculous moments. Pictures nobody else would understand. Thousands of little memories that made up our life together.
When Gage died, I realized how easily those little pieces of someone can disappear.
AND I DON'T WANT THE PIECES OF GAGE TO DISAPPEAR.
Portrait of Kylie
KYLIE
Gage's girlfriend of three years & one of the people behind Celebrating Gage
A Little Piece of Us
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The Reason
THERE ARE STORIES I DON'T KNOW YET.
Gage's friends have stories I don't know. His coworkers knew versions of him I never got to see. Somewhere there are photographs I've never seen, inside jokes I've never heard, and moments that meant something to someone who knew him.
That's why Celebrating Gage exists.
NOT TO TELL THE STORY OF GAGE.
TO COLLECT THE STORIES OF GAGE.
This isn't an official estate website, and it isn't meant to replace anyone else's way of remembering him. It's simply a place created by people who loved him, where the people who knew him can help preserve the pieces of his life that deserve to stay.
If you've got a Gage story, I hope you'll share it.
The funny one. The meaningful one. The completely inappropriate one you're wondering whether you should submit.
Gage's life crossed paths with a lot of people. Friends. Coworkers. Family. People from different chapters, different places and different parts of his life.
Gage lived with Type 1 diabetes every day, and never let it slow him down. The most direct way to honor him is to support the organizations working on a cure and supporting the T1D community.
Donations go directly to the nonprofit — this site takes nothing and is not involved in the transaction.
The celebration is one evening. The remembering is the rest of the time. New stories, photos, and updates get added here as they come in — so this stays a living place, not a closed chapter.
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Submit a memory
Send a story, a photo, or both. It gets reviewed and posted.
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Stay in the loop
Sign up for updates when new memories and photos go live.
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Keep showing up
Come back when a memory surfaces. Add it. That's the whole point.
Share a Memory
GOT A GAGE STORY?
Funny. Serious. Completely ridiculous. Don't let it disappear.
Everything submitted here is reviewed by people who knew Gage before it shows up on the site. No public comments, no unmoderated posting — just a place for the real stuff.
Stay Connected
HEAR WHEN SOMETHING'S ADDED.
New memories, new photos, celebration updates. No spam, no noise — just when there's something worth seeing.
Get In Touch
REACH THE PEOPLE BEHIND THIS.
Questions about the celebration, a memory you'd rather send privately, or a photo you can't upload — reach out directly.
