Shadows, beloved friend and confidant


As I have been sitting here doing these pages, I have been thinking about what I would want to say about Shadows. I met him in the fall of 1998, through a mutual friend, at a time when A True Rose was going through some turmoil. Shadows had a channel on irc.bondage.com, and I could go there and sit, just talk to a good friend or two and know I was not going to be harassed.

Shadows gave so much to me; he made me think about the future, to stand tall as an abuse survivor, to believe both in myself and that dreams do come true. When Storm and I moved in together, Shadows was my cheerleader that life was good again. When I was diagnosed in 2002, Shadows again was my cheerleader, assuring me I would be ok, and all would be well. Right to the end he never came into channel or sent an email that he did not ask how I was doing. Right to the end he worried about me. That is who Shadows was. I could write volumes about him just by going through logs, but in the end, what matters most is that he was my friend, my confidant, my trusted guide through some dark nights in my life.

He had such a wide range of interest and shared those, even getting Storm to install a “universe search beacon”, on his computer computer. There was no subject you brought up that he could not discuss intelligently. He taught me that some times less is more. He taught me to never stop dreaming, to reach for the stars and believe. He will forever be with me in my heart and so as he travels on his journey into shadows and far away places, I can still feel his caring, nurturing, friendship and love. Below is the Holiday greeting that Shadows wrote for the 2004 ATR holiday pages. Notice the date was just one month before his death. I think he wanted everyone to remember him as this person.

I love you my friend, and knowing you, changed my life. Yes I have and will share tears over your loss to my life.

I was also thinking that many people said over the last month, that through the Pope’s pain, illness and suffering he taught us how to die with dignity and grace. I say that with Shadows pain, illness and suffering he taught us to live with courage and strength, and to never give up.

cajunrose


Rose:

It is, as always, the wish of Shadows that all live
in peace, health, and love, now and in the years ahead.

Shadows
Dec. 19, 2004




 
			Dear Shadows,

How do you thank someone who helped to make you who you are?
What do you say when the person is no longer with us? 


You'd have hated this letter, because you never recognized 
the contribution you made to the lives of others, but your 
words and your teaching changed my life, so I feel compelled 
to write this. 

When we met, I didn't know much about the lifestyle. Most 
of what I did know I didn't like. You showed me a side of 
BDSM I'd never have known. You shared your time, your knowledge,
your experience and your girl. We connected. I don't know 
why we lost touch. 
 
You taught me responsibility. I made a lot of mistakes before 
I finally understood what you meant, but I'm here now,
looking back on the great chasm of the past, threatening
to be swallowed by the memory of you. 
  
How do you thank someone who helped to make you who you are?
By offering to others the same level of commitment that you 
offered to me. It's all I have to give.

Goodbye my brother.

Nage 
        Shadowdom and his sweet thing
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He called her his treasure, the spark of his life,
And she gave him her total submission.
Each was secure with the certainty
That they had both made the right decision.

Just words on a page, but words of such power
That they completely captured her heart.
And she knew to the very depth of her being
That they could never be kept apart.

His control was total, her submission sublime.
Two together made but one whole.
She told him he had a piece of her heart.
He told her she held his soul.

To hear such words that stir such passion,
To feel such love and devotion
What would I do, what would I say,
what fate would I set in motion?

© ^sparrow, written April, 1997
Used on this page with the written permission of ^sparrow
			


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