Done

Closing the blog on that note.

Words

Martin Streek

Contrary to what it may seem...I've never blogged under the influence before,

but tonight is an exception.


I'm under the influence of the memory of working, albeit indirectly, with Martin Streek.

I was never a club goer in Downtown T.O. but nevertheless I worked with Martin for 5 years at
CFNY, more commonly known as 102.1 The Edge.

cause everyone has a little edge in them.

And Martin, certainly had the edge in him.

He was heard by thousands every week, and energized those around him.

Martin. You were a good soul in a corporate world.

You gave far more, to so many people, than you could ever receive, or know.

And likely gave, because you knew the need to give.

But were not adequately appreciated for all that all you always gave.

And you gave in spades.

What kills is...

seeing what looks like a lack of vision, of your own creative capability, of your future,

of life itself,

and all it's endless possibilities,

and all that newness yet to be discovered, seen, known, and felt.

In that kind of moment,

in these kind of days,

at this kind of time,

might have been enough,

to make you feel you what you clearly felt,

was the only answer.


I say felt, because it is a sensitive soul who feels these things so profoundly.


You are not alone despite all you may have felt.


These are the times that tries men's souls.


Your loss is greater than you individually.

Though as an individual - you were lovely, and a serious loss.

Your loss is for everyone who remains.


The key is to find that new way.

That is always the purpose of life.

Despite or in spite of it all.

Especially when one cannot see their way through, or in it,

at the time they most cannot - that's when it is most key.


Martin, you were the consummate professional to have worked with.

You were a generous soul.

You were a charming soul.

You were a warm, and loving, and inclusive soul.

You were a deep soul who felt greatly, loved greatly, and knew far more than was ever articulated.

Your influence will be missed. Your energy will be missed.

You will be missed.

But you will be remembered by those who knew you, and who remain.

I guess that's how we live on.

Love to you...



Be at peace.