13-07-2012, 02:10 PM
I'm taking what might be thought of as a point of personal privilege to write of the passing of the person who means more to me than life itself.
Here is Uncle Arthur's obituary, written by me yesterday.
I chose to include a photo of him and me (celebrating my third birthday) for the simple reason that, from the moment of my birth, we accepted the reality that the only place on earth for each of us was together.
If I had been thinking clearly, I would have added this excerpt from John Donne's immortal poem:
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
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BEATINI, Arthur, 90, passed away July 11th.
Please visit http://www.pontarellimarinofunerals.com to view the guest book.
Arthur Beatini, my uncle, Unc has soared to his mother's arms, to his father, to my mother and his other sister and brothers, and to the loving welcomes of his greater family and friends in spirit.
So loving, noble, selfless, and kind, with an artist's soul and a lion's heart. How can I honor him but by attempting to live up to his standards?
I'll be looking at the moon, beautiful dreamer, but I'll be seeing you.
God bless you, God love you, and pleasant, pleasant dreams.
Love, Bob
Charles Robert Drago, on behalf of Unc's nieces and nephews, the McCartens, Alycia Evica, and always, dearest Donna.
Here is Uncle Arthur's obituary, written by me yesterday.
I chose to include a photo of him and me (celebrating my third birthday) for the simple reason that, from the moment of my birth, we accepted the reality that the only place on earth for each of us was together.
If I had been thinking clearly, I would have added this excerpt from John Donne's immortal poem:
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
*********
BEATINI, Arthur, 90, passed away July 11th.
Please visit http://www.pontarellimarinofunerals.com to view the guest book.
Arthur Beatini, my uncle, Unc has soared to his mother's arms, to his father, to my mother and his other sister and brothers, and to the loving welcomes of his greater family and friends in spirit.
So loving, noble, selfless, and kind, with an artist's soul and a lion's heart. How can I honor him but by attempting to live up to his standards?
I'll be looking at the moon, beautiful dreamer, but I'll be seeing you.
God bless you, God love you, and pleasant, pleasant dreams.
Love, Bob
Charles Robert Drago, on behalf of Unc's nieces and nephews, the McCartens, Alycia Evica, and always, dearest Donna.
Charles Drago
Co-Founder, Deep Politics Forum
If an individual, through either his own volition or events over which he had no control, found himself taking up residence in a country undefined by flags or physical borders, he could be assured of one immediate and abiding consequence: He was on his own, and solitude and loneliness would probably be his companions unto the grave.
-- James Lee Burke, Rain Gods
You can't blame the innocent, they are always guiltless. All you can do is control them or eliminate them. Innocence is a kind of insanity.
-- Graham Greene
Co-Founder, Deep Politics Forum
If an individual, through either his own volition or events over which he had no control, found himself taking up residence in a country undefined by flags or physical borders, he could be assured of one immediate and abiding consequence: He was on his own, and solitude and loneliness would probably be his companions unto the grave.
-- James Lee Burke, Rain Gods
You can't blame the innocent, they are always guiltless. All you can do is control them or eliminate them. Innocence is a kind of insanity.
-- Graham Greene
