A great warrior has fallen, a pillar has crumbled. Let us hold up his family and each other with strong and faithful hands. RIP our brother, mentor, friend and wise one. You have given so much, and asked for nothing in return. You cheered us when we were sad and mourning; multiplied our joys; you pressed us to think about the deeper and more meaningful things in our lives. Your well sought after stories, probed and tickled our imagination, they made us laugh, cry,gasp, wonder, reflect, hope, dream and purpose to be our better selves for more than ourselves. Slums, O brother my brother, your interrupted life was worth a thousand lives. A part of you still lives in us and challenges us. The good seeds you have sown would grow in us and multiply in us and bear fruit. Yours was a life worth living; you were a person worth knowing; yours is a legacy worth keeping alive. Even while we mourn, we are grateful for the gift of you - a gift that would keep on giving in death as in life...
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 07:13:27 +0000
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