In Loving Memory
(Nota bene: music playing was composed in the 13th century as a lament for Richard the Lionheart)
Gumby Donaldson
Darkest greetings everyone,
On Tuesday morning, at 1:34am, half of myself died. My best
friend, confidant, beloved, and everything, Gumby Donaldson, was shot
and killed by gangsters in Huntington Beach, CA. He was a sanguinarian
and my donor. I guess I don't have much more to say at this moment...
Love,
Subrina
In memory of Gumby Donaldson, survived by Subrina. Beloved companion and donor. I cannot write a memorial for this man who I never knew, so I too have not much more to say at the moment - other than an apology that I did not put this commemoration on the web until now. Subrina, you are in our thoughts. And so is Gumby. So may he live forever. - Sarah
Peter Darling
Peter Cristobal Darling was born on May 31, 1978, to an American father and a Spanish mother. He grew up in America but spent every summer in Spain with his mother's family.
Peter loved Shakespeare, theatre, psychology, and poetry. He enjoyed partying with his friends and he also liked travelling. He was a great dancer and he was very good at talking all night long on the phone. His favourite roles to play were Hamlet and Juliet. He had a gift for intuitive psychoanalysis. He loved cats and adopted a kitty named Cocoa.
Peter was supposed to die before he was born. There were serious problems with his heart. All the doctors were sure he wouldn't survive, but year after year he astounded them with his will to live and his endurance. Even when his condition made him so miserable that he was tempted to give up, he still endured and survived, to bring joy and light into the lives of others.
The love of his friends, and his own vibrant love for life, are what sustained him and gave him the strength to fight the shadow of death that constantly hung over him.
Peter went West to Paradise in California with his partner in December 1999. It was his wish to die alone where none of his beloved friends could see him suffer. It was also his wish that no one be informed of his death. This way those who loved him could celebrate his birthday and immortalise his entrance into this world, but no one could memorialise his departure. He wanted to be remembered for living, not for dying.
Peter lives on with all those who loved him. He lives in their hearts, and he lives as an angel watching over them.