My brother, Christian Holm, passed away on
July 22nd 2015 at night. He died not like he lived his life or I
should say not the way he was treated. He died peacefully. He was
never one to fight back. You see, he was abused verbally and
physically by his father. I really don't know how he dealt with it.
The outcome was that he determined not to treat anyone like that. He
was kind and gentle. He would also listen. He would listen to anyone
who had trouble.
If you looked at him, you would not
conclude that success was a thing he had mastered. He even had doubts
and regrets about his lack of 'success' as we like to commonly define
it. Success, I think, can be measured in many ways. He was never
without friends. He was very successful at making and keeping
friends. I believe it's because he provided them with and openness they
rarely see.
Yes, my brother was a strong person, but you'd never know it. He was a student of philosophies and religions. In the end he found his faith, a personal victory by any measure.
He was the author of a blog called
Homelessness for Stupid People. In it he told of the things he saw and
experienced while homeless. Earlier in life he served in the Coast
Guard. I always remember the incident he had to cover about a ship
that ran aground into the back yard of a lady in Florida, spectacular.
He also worked in the 3D imagery field for a while. The job he enjoyed most was being a Farrier. He loved working with horses. He loved their company, and he loved horse people.
You could always count on him to tell a
good story.
This is my good bye to him and
farewell. I wish him a bon voyage on his travels.