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A year and a day today and my final entry here.  Be at peace Barak, as those who remain will move through their world in peace as well...
lao yu, november 21, 2009.
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Today marks the 6 month anniversary of Barak's passing. My family, and yours, will never forget the difference he made in all our lives. My hopes and wishes for all of you to live on, fight well and, don't forget, love deeply.
Marguerite Davenport
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Well at least it was ''good'' red wine and not some cheap plonk. --[[User:Braidwood|Elizabeth Braidwood]] 19:19, 4 Jun 2007 (EDT)
Well at least it was ''good'' red wine and not some cheap plonk. --[[User:Braidwood|Elizabeth Braidwood]] 19:19, 4 Jun 2007 (EDT)
== It's too soon! ==
Only this past summer I discovered he could drum! Such missed opportunities...
[[User:Halima|Halima al-Rakkasa]] 18:10, 19 Nov 2008 (PST)
I knew Barak way back when. I remember him in fight practice in my back yard. He and Lao presented me with my Jambe. Rest in peace Barak.
== It was two boxes. ==
I've just recently found out of Barak's passing. Words still fail me. So many memories of him, when he took me to squire (and me wondering why), wandering the site at events, just talking. The one time I got to fight him, and what a joy that was. And when he took time and called me when I was in the hospital in Bellingham. The first question was how many boxes of rubber gloves had I boosted...
Rest well friend. Even though I'm gone from An Tir, you will not be gone from my thoughts.
Yeoman Conall Riabhach
Yeoman Emeritus, Aquaterra,
Squire to Master Jarl Barak Ravenfuri,
heartbroken friend.
== six months, 3 weeks. ==
These last few weeks have found me more pensive than I was prepared to be. But it must be part of the cycle of all things, to give each circumstance its allotted time and attention...I am closing my LiveJournal account soon, but found some posts that I moved here, you'll find them at the bottom of his article page.  Loved by many, forgotten by few.  Time passes much differently now...
signed in rememberance,
lao yu

Latest revision as of 13:09, 21 November 2009

A year and a day today and my final entry here. Be at peace Barak, as those who remain will move through their world in peace as well... lao yu, november 21, 2009.


Today marks the 6 month anniversary of Barak's passing. My family, and yours, will never forget the difference he made in all our lives. My hopes and wishes for all of you to live on, fight well and, don't forget, love deeply. Marguerite Davenport


Well at least it was good red wine and not some cheap plonk. --Elizabeth Braidwood 19:19, 4 Jun 2007 (EDT)

It's too soon!

Only this past summer I discovered he could drum! Such missed opportunities...

Halima al-Rakkasa 18:10, 19 Nov 2008 (PST)

I knew Barak way back when. I remember him in fight practice in my back yard. He and Lao presented me with my Jambe. Rest in peace Barak.

It was two boxes.

I've just recently found out of Barak's passing. Words still fail me. So many memories of him, when he took me to squire (and me wondering why), wandering the site at events, just talking. The one time I got to fight him, and what a joy that was. And when he took time and called me when I was in the hospital in Bellingham. The first question was how many boxes of rubber gloves had I boosted...

Rest well friend. Even though I'm gone from An Tir, you will not be gone from my thoughts.

Yeoman Conall Riabhach Yeoman Emeritus, Aquaterra, Squire to Master Jarl Barak Ravenfuri, heartbroken friend.

six months, 3 weeks.

These last few weeks have found me more pensive than I was prepared to be. But it must be part of the cycle of all things, to give each circumstance its allotted time and attention...I am closing my LiveJournal account soon, but found some posts that I moved here, you'll find them at the bottom of his article page. Loved by many, forgotten by few. Time passes much differently now...

signed in rememberance, lao yu