She was in the area working with Uhuru, (a foundation designed to fight the oppressive behaviors of society), which is the best I could describe it. It's actually an amazing group of people, with a common belief, who with selfless devotion, are making changes in the lives of millions--or that is the hope anyway.
Well, she called me back the following day, and we made plans to meet over the weekend. As it turns out, Lakeland, (where I was staying), is closer to St. Petersburg, (where she was lodged), than I live to her in California. On Saturday evening a I was able to swing by the event location in a nature reserve, and then Monday, met her at the "Uhuru House." She had been telling me about this place, the people, and it's cause, for many months, so it was nice to finally see it in person. It was a busy day for her, so it only afforded us about an hour to chat. However, while we were conversing, a classic Florida rainstorm had developed outside. It was the type of downpour that you could have lathered up in soap, and rinsed off in--raindrops big enough that they could promote bruising.
The scenario, (rain, my pseudo-sister Wendy, and the Uhuru environment), made the whole picture one that Ned would have appreciated. Wendy stated that she felt as though Ned hadn't really had the opportunity to see, and therefor understand, the purpose of what she was doing with Uhuru. Then I told her of my very similar experience with my own brother, who was an activist against the atrocities taught at the "School of the Americas" in Fort Benning, GA. I also told her of a conversation that I'd had with Ned, (during a round of golf), about a week before the accident. He was explaining to me how much he loved and appreciated his family, and how important it was for him to get to know his sisters better.
Something so special about Ned, was that he took such a sincere interest in other people's lives. And when he didn't fully understand what it was that individual was doing, he would ask questions, attempting enlightenment. He was, and would be so proud of his sister, and her work. It's my belief that he would have become more active in the Uhuru movement, given the time to learn it's message. Well, I think Wendy and I had the same thought; that Ned was present that day in the rain, smiling with approval, and happy that people have come together in the midst of loss, and found solace in what is humanity. Thank you Ned, for introducing me to these wonderful people--your friends and family. Love you Bro.
Logan
