It is tragic when one of our community members falls. It is even more tragic when they fall and can no longer get up. Despite our abilities, talents, confidence, and skills we enter the water each time knowing that we are a guest in an alien world. Lynne was a formidable feature within the recreational diving community. She was a friend to many who knew her well, and a friend to those who did not. She and I were acquaintances; we never shared a drink or a meal together, or for that matter dived together.
During the past ten years, I observed her growth in our sport from afar. Lynn was tenacious and at times headstrong, however, she also knew where she was comfortable and where she was not. Those who are very close to her reached out to me instantly with the tragic news. After saying a prayer for her soul, a poem came to the forefront of my thoughts. From my view, it fits Lynne well.
Invictus
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
~~ William Henley 1875
Life is fragile embrace it with all you can as Lynne did every day.
Godspeed to her soul. Compassion and condolences for Peter, their family and friends.
With deep sympathy.
Joel Silverstein
