August 30th, 1951 to December 8th, 2005
It's all been hauled away
I never stared at walls so bare
'Cause something always stays
Yeah something of you stays
And I wanna' shout from my guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
The joke is over, open your eyes
A heart like yours, it never dies
And I found your keys behind your chair
I still can see you sitting there
-From Pretty Angry by Blues Traveler
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This person is the greatest fighter and teacher I have ever known. She never stepped onto a training mat, nor did she fight in any ring or octagon, but she fought hard against many odds to provide a life for herself and her son. Most often sacrificing necessities for herself so that her son could have a chance to train in martial arts. All because she wanted her son to have a chance to do something important with his life. This person is my mother, and even though she has passed away, she's still touching peoples lives because without her, I never would be in the position to open a school to teach others what I learned not only from my martial arts teachers, but also from her.
--Brock A. Genevro
Head Instructor
Silver Dragon Martial Arts