 “Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.” There comes a day in the life of every man when he suffers a loss so great that nothing may assuage the anguish of his bereavement. For us, today is that day. Let us not succumb to grief but instead look forward, our eyes wide open and fearless, toward the future. We remember with fondness and kind affection the time before our greatest of losses; indeed, this was a time full of hope, when parents went to sleep every night knowing their children would wake up to a brighter future. It was a time when dreams took flight and became reality. It was a time when gods walked the Earth among men. We cherish it even though it will never be again. In Memoriam Weston Lee Hopkins 2004-2014 |