February 15th, 2007

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We miss ya, Kev!

I can't believe it's been 5 yrs since we heard the awful news that you had left us.  Whenever you performed, you always left your audiences wanting more.  That's true of you, Kev, the real person, too.  You left us way too soon and we wanted more.  I've always thought you were primed to be a major star because you had it all - looks, talent, drive, a wicked sense of humor, and most of all, humility.

You entertained us, you inspired us with your kindess and thoughtfulness,  you made us laugh and cry with your talent, and we came to love you for the person you were, Kev.  Because of you, so many of us made lasting friendships that endure to this day.  You brought us together and then you left us in this world wanting much more from you.  We miss you, Kev, but you're always with us as we treasure the friends we made because we all loved you -  as an actor for the characters you created and as a human being and family man who lived every day to the fullest.

Thank you, Kev, and rest well.  "Set the controls for the heart of the sun and fly free".

Much love to all of you, my friends and Temple sisters on this day!  I can still hear that magical laugh and see that wink!
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snowy woods

And now for something uplifting...

This is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets and it seems particularly appropriate for snowy Ohio as we dig out from the storm.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

-Robert Frost

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