[Mid] [Ermine] Jafar.

>From: "Jason W. Tice" <jait@one.net>
>Subject: [Ermine] Jafar.
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>Date: Sun, 28 Dec 1997 22:46:46 -0500 (EST)
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>December 28, 1997
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>Someone I never met died yesterday.
>
>It was a bacterial infection. But ultimately, that's not important. He was
>a prince--figuratively and literally--recognized by thousands of people.
>He had a sense of humor, a sense of gentleness; a sense of chivalry and
>respect. He was a king among men. He was a man.
>
>I've gone through this before--and it never gets any easier. An Tir's
>Dowager Princess, Janeltis, died a few weeks before I was to meet her.
>Now there is a star with her name, to signify An Tir's love. Even in
>death, she touched people. So too with Jafar. No prince of this realm
>could have the love of the people flow through his veins so fiercely.
>
>He was someone I never met. Oh, I'd seen him. At my first Midrealm event.
>Across the room. I don't pretend to have been close to him, to have known
>him. But I know some things just by having seen him. He was gentle; he was
>loving; he had a smile that lit up the place. And I know, from what others
>tell me, he was loved. Oh boy, was he loved. Even off the mailing list,
>it was obvious. Even to one from outside the Midrealm.
>
>For weeks I'd watched the mailing list for every update of Jafar's condition,
>every slight change is his recovery. The news, like the hope, was plentiful.
>
>Nowhere, not even on the battlefield, did he prove he was a fighter, more
>than in the hospital. He fought. Oh boy, did he fight. His body rallied
>time and time again. And when a new bacteria showed up, he rallied once
>more. But in the end, he was only a man; his body was only a body. On
>some level, he made a choice.
>
>He was not defeated.
>
>He made a choice.
>
>"Who he was" will not die so soon. There has been so much concern, so
>much love in his name that "who he is" will remain alive for a very very
>long time.
>
>I had a dream years ago, where I was visited by my dead mother.
>
>"Aren't you dead?" I asked her as we sat beside a window I had yet to
construct.
>
>"It doesn't mean you stop living." she replied.
>
>And it's true.
>
>It's true here too.
>
>Peace Jafar,
>You are in our hearts.
>
>On behalf of the Shire of Seagirt, and the collective shires of Insula Magna
>in the kingdom of An Tir do I extend my deepest sympathies. We understand
>your sorrow.
>
>December 28th, 1997 Jason W. Tice
>Lord Daffyd Malcolm MacNessa jait@bigfoot.com
>The Shire of Seagirt, An Tir The Shire of Hawkeskeye, Midrealm
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