[Namron] Fury Ban MacMorn passes to The Happy Hunting Grounds

[Pukhta Lovvek]

Do we mourn as a gift to those for life yet unexperienced or do we
mourn in selfishness for experiences no longer available to us in our
lives?
What I do know is that we mourn because we love.

Good night my Brother. Enjoy the mead a plenty while you frolic
painted in woad.!

Pooky - Ambassador of House Wolfstar's Love, Friend and Brother of Fury


Please pass this other lists for Beth.  Also if you can have them
direct any questions to her also at celtic_wolff at yahoo.com since
Phalen is handling all the arrangements at this time.

Croaker



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Dear friends,

I know that many of us knew this man, and most of us called him
friend, if not brother. Our Household will never be the same, and the
Kingdom bears a great loss. I weep for, and with my son, Phalen, for
our loss.

I am saddened to bear the news that last night ( August 13, 2008) at
around 10:00, Mark Steven Benton, also known as Fury Ban MacMorn died.
He was suffering from complications of Cirrhosis and Hepatitis C. His
son Phalen and his mother were with him at the hospital in Hawaii when
he died, and he passed quietly with little or no suffering. I know
that this may come as a shock to many, as most of us were unaware of
the severity of his disease process, but that was his wish. Phalen is
currently taking care of the many arrangements that must be done and
he has asked that any correspondence please be sent to me for the time
being. I will pass them on when he is better able to read and/or
answer them. If you wish to call me for any other information, my cell
is 817-874-1383.

This crazy, wild, lovable, man was a friend to many and our Kingdom,
nay our world will be a little sadder for his loss. If you can, on the
full moon step out and send up a howl for Wolfstar's fallen brother
and the son he left behind.



In service,

HL Elanor O'Ruark of House Wolfstar
aka GreenBard
mka Beth Wolff


-- 
Bitter is made sweet through love; copper becomes gold through love.
Through love dregs become clear; love heals all pain.
Through love the king becomes slave; love brings the dead to life.

-Rumi, "Mathnawi"