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On May 24th, we had a ceremony in New York and then we carried a casket to be laid to rest in the ground. We are commanded to do this by tradition, by custom and by law. That casket contained no more than a shadow, a cloned image of the woman whose presence announces itself to me with persistent regularity everywhere I turn.

Tamara shared my belief that there is hope for the world, that we can leave the world better than we found it, that tomorrow can be better than today, that peace is not just some vague utopian notion. She believed as I do, that liberty is not a birthright dumped into our laps; it will come about only if we work at it, not just hope for it or pray for it.

Tamara was the best, the most loyal friend anyone could ever hope to have. And that includes me–she was not only my wife, my partner, my colleague, my shield and my protector, she was my friend.

Read more about Tamara here.