My BFAM

 My brother from another mother crossed over.  For the sake of anonymity, I'll leave off his name.  But, I'll tell you about him.

We first met in a college English class.  As people do, we simply got to know each other.  This guy was one of those people one likes from the start.  We talked things out and found much in common.

We were both involved in church work and cared about parishioners as well as all the people in several neighborhoods.  In an increasingly subverted church, we were a support base for one another.  Individuals banding together ala E Pluribus Unum.

Our commitment to family was literal as we became fathers.  Being there and raising our kids was predominate.  

We weathered the storm of liberal assault when we were actually historically liberal.  We were truly content of character.

We gathered good food discarded by groceries and distributed it to neighborhoods.  Perhaps a local food bank idea grew from that.

He was a counselor.  He helped many kids find success out of turmoil.  We both dealt with the tempest tossed and relied on one another for support.

We fought evil and evil attacked us.  By God's grace and our friendship, we came through.  

I never knew anyone who healed and loved more than he.

He was godfather to the kids, a defender of family and Light.

Vietnam War vet, doctorate in Education, counselor, family man.  And more

Free spirit of Light on earth.

I learned to fight bullies.

Physically from my big brother of blood.

Intellectually by my GreatGrandmother.

Spiritually by my big brother from another mother.

There is so much.  Hard in a few words to summarize a life of love and commitment to Light.

He is in spirit.

Love never dies.