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July 13, 2014
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Survivor


We marveled together at the challenges our two lives had presented. While sometimes seemingly doomed by obstacles out of our control we had each managed to rise up and forge our own invention of a life, a family, a home. Others we knew had not fared as well. Even some who had the benefits of stable families and easy “A’s,” had crashed and burned at the altar of drugs.

In a little book of poems he wrote and left as a memento, one line seemed to sum it up. [“I realise...because I clung to thee, Love, I survived.”—F.M.K.K. Starborn] The “Love” invoked in his poem is not a person but a principle, a guiding force in his life that had somehow not been squelched by hideous circumstance.