Dear Pam,
Please allow me to express my regrets concerning the loss of your beloved brother, Ray.
I first met Ray when I started volunteering at NAMI 16 years ago. I worked on the HelpLine, which was connected to the fulfillment room by a square cut in the wall through which we could hand materials. It was beyond that aperture where I first met Ray.
We both shared schizoaffective disorder, and we had had stints at St. Elizabeth's hospital. NAMI workers respected Ray for his rough road from military school to Medical school to homelessness to full-time employment to retirement. Having a Master's degree in physics, I would occasionally discuss such topics with Ray as black holes, the universe and the Sun. Ray had a wonderful disposition for one who was seemingly independent most of his life except for some beloved cats. No one at our office could match his personal strength, though.
He told me several tales of his life, including a time he was mugged, but his neighbors' concern made sure it would not happen again. When he lost some teeth by moving someone's lit cigarette from a St. E's pool table. How he was once married! How he was one of the top ten sharpshooters in the U.S.! His retirement send-off at NAMI was bittersweet, punctuated by Ray's addenda. Throughout his peregrinations he was a blessed survivor, and thanks to his family he lived a few months of peace safely in his own condominium. When I last saw Ray, on the HelpLine, he was in good spirits, and I allowed extra attention to listen to him. Cat, condo and health remained in the forefront.
For what he was given, he learned much more of life's lessons than most. He was truly a "traveler of all seasons."
Warmly,
Loren Booda