I lost my soulmate, the person who taught me about facing obstacles with courage and hope. Loren faced his challenges head on, searching ceaselessly for meaning and purpose in his life. He accepted his Asperger diagnosis, at age 55, with relief, relief that there was a name for the social challenges he had faced since birth. Loren was an Aspie with purpose.
He taught me how to see life from a different angle. When I tried to go where he went, to see what he saw, to think as he thought, I was in a new and glorious realm of being. Loren took me to places I had never been before, to new ways of seeing the world, the transcendent, eternity.
I was the historian but he was the genius who held a myriad of knowledge in his head, and shared it openly, freely; some said too openly and too freely. Sometimes Loren would get so enthusiastic it was hard to stop him. He didn't catch those subtle verbal cues and unspoken hints. It was hard for him, and people got impatient, dismissed him, left him on the margins. He knew it. He fought it.
But what knowledge he had, about every subject imaginable! What an awesome cosmic perspective! How generous and compassionate his outreach and his volunteerism. Sure he often went over the top. But he came to recognize it, to deal with it, to gain in those common social skills that most ordinary mortals learn early on.
But he wouldn't have been Loren if he had been ordinary. Loren was extraordinary. He was passionate about life. And the kindest person I ever met.
|The sunflower weeps.|
Watercolor by PCV friend
Jud Dolphin (Ukraine 2010).
|Loren's memorial bench, in northern Florida.|
Some Asperger services in Toledo area:
Loren's books is available if you email me at firstname.lastname@example.org