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Janko Krotecjanko's obituary

May 24, 1946 - September 6, 2009

Mali Janko

me and my dad on Mt. Kilimanjaro

me and my dad on Mt. Kilimanjaro

Always my hero, your hands became mine. Our thumbs, the same, our temperament, equally intense. We always do it the “right way”.

Your discovery and mastery of elegance and grace, a legacy I can only hope to improve upon. Such an appreciation of artistry, of excellence. I have the guts… you had the vision and execution.

You live in me… I am your son. And not an imitation, not so easy to discern, where I stop and you begin.

I know I’ve been living up to your expectations… and have just realized that I had none of my own. I float, I am here, now, always feeling too much at the wrong time, easily distracted from the prize, the goals I find hard to set.

Courage extraordinaire… a powerful and stubborn man, in body and in mind, slowed by disease yet unhampered by the new limitations. Rather, spurred onward by adversity, as though trying to prove yourself worthy before the eyes of the Creator, your family, your friends. Your gentle heart, as you say, “Goes on, and on… “

Pole, pole (slowly, slowly) on the Kilimanjaro mountain side — a metaphor for life’s little mysteries only observed by the patient heart, the humble soul, the present wanderer. We became brothers, man to man, eye to eye, hand in hand, heart to heart. We spoke of life… and death… we surpassed our fear with trust, and love held us there, until your end. “Just one more time,” my heart still sings a lonely song, to be known, to be held, by the one who made me and helped me to become the man I am today.

With Love, Respect, and Gratitude, your friend forever,

~Mali Janko

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