To Record the/ your Unfinished Symphony

To my sons to carry on where their father left off. And my daughter to enrich the lives of their families
-Dosha

Times that have been lost to us
Return
and become present
As we seek them
In the quiet waters.
Events old and new
Fit together
As we look within,
Finding the path of our life
Finding the path of our life
- Ira Pragoff-

18-4-1983
     How gracefully you stood the test Rocky! you bowed to the inevitable...like a rock amidst the swirling seas you took the battering of hurt, insults, disappointments failures without flinching an eyelid. You just smiled sweetly at me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
     Your strength was dwindling day by day yet you walked with god across the stormy waves calmly. I should not be afraid- you are beside me- leading me to the top.
     What I see about you Rocky is your eyes lovingly encouraging to go on. The falters of life hold on you, you broke away long ago- unhindered to walk lightly to eternity- we well all belong.

Rocky must have been little more than a boy when he joined the army in World War II, and lived in a tent in the Iraqi Desert! He had adapted to the rigors of a tent existence to make it a home away from home. He accrued a large library- books parceled to the soldiers overseas and learnt his knowledge which would normally been acquired through a university education.
     The wilderness inherent in every boy of that age- nineteen- was tamed "only by the maturity that comes with age, and not by the discipline of any human hand".
     "He found affinity with men who were courageous free & unbridled, men with strange beliefs & even stranger customs-  his colleagues who shared his tents."
     Rocky learnt the art of manliness in his loneliness in the desert. He learnt to be sweet where there was none to see and brave without the spotlight & applause and honest in the secret unseen act. -Dosha