Tribute to Neil Peart

It is with heavy heart, and blooming sadness, to realize what I'm writing implies your life is now reflection.
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I'm mourning not the loss of a public figure, nor a respected musician; a hero. Rather, I mourn the son, the child, the boy alone and so far from home, the husband, the father. You wrote volumes of thoughtful prose examining the human condition, our individual potential and fears.

​In the long aftermath of unfathomable hardships, you championed courage despite crushing anguish. Amazingly, you did not become a shell of a man.

Instead, you returned and found love again and raison d'être. With vigor and fire in your hands, thunder from your sticks. I was there to watch you exit the stage for the final time, then -

"Suddenly you were gone, from all the lives you left your mark upon."

May you now find eternal peace in your literary heaven, in the embrace of those who left before you. Farewell, and thank you, NP.
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~J
Los Angeles, CA 1/10/2020

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