Neal joined the Fellowship of Friends September 1, 1974 in Portland, Oregon.
Epitaph:
There is no cause to mourn.
Returning thanks
for life, I turn back and bow
eastward.
Goshi
2 thoughts on “Neal O’Brien”
My Dear Brother, the last conversation we had was only a few days before you passed on. You were, as usual, positive and philosophical, as you passed on your profound advice. Now I understand, at your young age, you were advanced in your understanding of Life. You were a gentle soul, a gentleman. Your sparkling blue eyes would light up when you laughed, as you often had a mirthful reaction to the difficulties you overcame. It has taken years to be able to write anything about you, though I remember you daily, hearing the bells sound over the hills. Seeing how rare it is to know someone like you, I am forever grateful to have had a gift so fine as you in my life, Dear Brother.
A special friend I’ll not forget
Who lived with pain but not regret
He strove for heights beyond this plane
His eyes would sparkle and his grin proclaim
There’s no deterring from his aim.
So it is said, that when he passed
He wore a smile and not a frown
He left to us the gauntlet down
To do our tasks and carry on
His part was done and curtain drawn
This friend will ne’er forget his song.
My Dear Brother, the last conversation we had was only a few days before you passed on. You were, as usual, positive and philosophical, as you passed on your profound advice. Now I understand, at your young age, you were advanced in your understanding of Life. You were a gentle soul, a gentleman. Your sparkling blue eyes would light up when you laughed, as you often had a mirthful reaction to the difficulties you overcame. It has taken years to be able to write anything about you, though I remember you daily, hearing the bells sound over the hills. Seeing how rare it is to know someone like you, I am forever grateful to have had a gift so fine as you in my life, Dear Brother.
A special friend I’ll not forget
Who lived with pain but not regret
He strove for heights beyond this plane
His eyes would sparkle and his grin proclaim
There’s no deterring from his aim.
So it is said, that when he passed
He wore a smile and not a frown
He left to us the gauntlet down
To do our tasks and carry on
His part was done and curtain drawn
This friend will ne’er forget his song.