James Lyn Strait

In Memory

JAMES LYNN STRAIT

8/7/1965 - 12/11/1998

It is really hard to believe it has been 20 years since Lynn's and Dobbs' tragic death. He still exists in some realm --- somewhere. Of this we are completely certain. We are all fragile and life is precious. Strong souls such as his don't fade and die. Years pass and yet they do not leave us. Lynn, whom we loved and lost, is no longer where he was ---- he is wherever we are. To live fully and take what was offered --- danger, pain and all of the reminders of mortality is what he did...

He lived a life of daring dreams. He was full of mischief and courage, as well as laughter and joy. He was what legends are made of. Lynn was a poet, a musician, a rebel, a loving son and brother but most of all he was your best friend and would love and protect you forever. Maya Angelou said, "We've learned that people will forget what you did or what you said but they would never, ever forget how you made them feel." That was Lynn Strait!

Lynn triumphed over a devastating handicap and survived a troubled childhood. We admired him because he revealed himself, unedited and uncensored in his music. We hear his anguish, his rage, his frustration in his deep love for his music and lyrics --- his art. He understood himself and grasped the turmoil of his emotions and made them real, pulled from somewhere inside of him. He expressed them into something exciting and was vulnerable while doing it. That is talent!!!

He was fortunate enough to realize his dreams ...

"When he shall die, they will cut him into tiny stars and he will make the
face of heaven so bright that all the world will be in love with the night."
-William Shakespeare
Goodnight, sweet prince, and flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest...
"-Hamlet

We miss you every day!

-With love from your family, your friends, your fans and the band, "Snot".