,

In Memoriam

Last Updated: October 25, 2011



While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die ~ Leonardo Da Vinci

 
 

34 souls gone on ahead

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Bob Adams 1953-1973 **
Richard A. Bailey 1953-1973 **
Bill Ryan Baker, Jr. 1953-1981 **
Ed Chambers 1952-2007
James R. Collins 1953-2011 **
Marshall Cooper 1952-2008
Shera Sue Davis 1952-2002
Edmund Eickenroht 1953-1980 **
Mike Fisher 1952-2005
Nancy Frese 1953-1976 **
Sherri Gerth Huckleberry 1953-2006
Mark Hamilton 1953-1974
Debbie Harding 1952-2000 **
Diane Hillman 1953-1989 **
Kathy Keating 1953-2008
Pat Landrum 1953-2003
Linda McDougall 1953-1971 **
Mac McSwain 1953-1985 **
John K. Moses 1953-2006
Carolyn Good Mueller 1953-2003 **
David Overstreet 1952-1988
David Richardson 1952-1987 **
Valerie Riley Fisher 1953-1993 **
Bill Rives 1953-2001 **
Garry Samuels 1952-1971 **
Joe Sielski 1953-2004 **
Louis Edgar Smith, Jr 1952-1974
Susie Stanberry 1952-1993
Blake Steinberg 1953-2007
Elizabeth Stubbs 1952-1989 **
Tommy Sykes 1953-1984 **
Robert Turnbull 1953-2002 **
Quinn Williams 1953-1994 **
Clyde Witkowski 1952-2003

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Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod ~ Aristophanes

I was thinking the other day that I knew personally way too many people that died early. Blake Steinberg was a good fried at AHHS and we drove together to Big Bend for a geology class outing in his little MG . That was not the way to go on that loooong drive. I also knew guys in the upper AHHS classes that have passed. I guess I could have been one of them by now so I feel fortunate in that way. ~ Brad Miller, January 2011

you would know the secret of death. but how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? the owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. if you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. for life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depths of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? yes is he not more mindful of his trembling? for what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? and what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. and when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. and when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance ~ Kahlil Gibran 1923