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STRANGE, Steven STEVEN K. STRANGE Steven Keith Strange, age 59, born August 19, 1950 in Dallas, TX, passed away on Wednesday, October 28 in Atlanta, GA. Steven graduated in 1968 as salutatorian of his class from Grand Prairie High School in Grand Prairie, TX. He received a B.A. (magna cum laude) in mathematics from Rice University in 1972, a M.A. in philosophy from The University of Texas at Austin in 1976, and a Ph.D. in philosophy from The University of Texas at Austin in 1981. Steven was an Associate Professor of Philosophy at Emory University in Atlanta, GA. Over the years, he held academic positions at The University of Texas at Austin, The Ohio State University, The University of Pittsburgh, Harvard University and Princeton University. At the time of his death he was at work on a book about the ancient Greek philosopher Plotinus. He was a supporter of the Michael C. Carlos Museum, the High Museum of Art, the Atlanta Botanical Garden, the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra and the Friends of the Emory University Libraries. He served for 15 years on the Senate Library Policy Committee at Emory. He is survived by his wife, Irene McMorland, son Alexander Strange, daughter Flora Strange, and stepson Gabriel McMorland, as well as a brother, George Strange and wife Susan of Beaumont, TX.

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Published in Atlanta Journal-Constitution on Nov. 20, 2009.
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December 6, 2009
I send my heartfelt condolences on Steven's departure from this life. Ruth Ann's poem says it all, and I hope Steven's family and friends can take comfort in it.
Marsha (Nugent) Hayes Walker
November 22, 2009
I'm sorry for your great loss. I will keep your family in my thoughts and prayers...GP Gopher/Class of 67
Suzanne Sims Hall
November 20, 2009
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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