Invictus, by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. ---------------------------------------- Dearest Uncle, You fought the good fight, you finished your race, you kept the faith, and you beat the odds. You did not let the cancer overcome you. Instead, you persevered and finished your race, the race for which God has called you. You have been a great son, brother, father, uncle, grandfather, friend, leader, advisor, and mentor to many. You will be surely missed! With love, Lani Edralin Blanco