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To Mom, from a flawed son....
This site is dedicated to my mother, Alice Nell, who died from a massive infection on June 2, 2006. Mom helped me more times than I can count, even when I didn't deserve it. She inspired me to read, gave me the freedom to explore any and all interests, and did what she could to protect my sister and me from an abusive father, often at great personal risk. It is thanks to her that I developed an abiding love for classical music, and found I had the ability to play the violin at a fairly high level. I believe that the love of music is the greatest gift one can receive, and I am eternally grateful to her! Mom, I will miss you terribly.
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Riches I hold in light esteem,
And love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish'd with the morn;
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!"
Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
"The Old Stoic," by Emily Bronte
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