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In Loving Memory of My father
Dr. Armand M. Karow.

(Tuesday, February 06, 2007) This morning my father passed away after a long struggle with cancer. He had dedicated his life to helping people with reproductive disabilities to have children. He was the innovator of many cryobiology medical discoveries, many of which were unfortunately not credited to him! He lived in the CSRA for over 35 years and donated much of his time and earnings to various charities.
Dr. Armand Karow (Owner Xytex Corp, retired from MCG) was a loving father to myself and my brother Christopher Armand Karow (Graduate Davidson Fine-Arts Magnet School and Music Major UGA). He remained faithfully married to my mother Ramona Karow (retired Richmond County school teacher) since their early twenties.
He will also be missed by his sister Martha Taylor, Catherine Karow, my life-partner Jeanie Goodwin, and many others who loved him very much.

Please visit this web site for more information:
http://www.xytexinternational.com/keypersonnel/karow.shtml

(Song Lyrics) Rick Springfield - "My Father's Chair" (1984)

My father's chair still standing there
All alone since the long night
Now it's three years on and i still feel
He'll come home, we'll be alright

So where's this healing time brings
I was told the pain would ease
But it still hurts like the first night

That night my brother, my mother and I
Were looking up at a distant star
And wishing we could reach that far
And back in the house
And alone for the first time
We told each other we cared
We avoided my father's chair

I watch my family, we hold on
We are strong and we'll be alright
The clock continues counting down, all the while
And every child will share the long night

But do the spirits meet again
Why am I still so filled with doubt
Is my soul everlasting

And the far distant future
When I knew you'd be gone
Came too fast and stays too long
Why do they leave the weak of spirit
And take the strong

When the world turns sour
And I get sick from the smell
And I can't find no comfort there
I climb into my father's chair

Thank You for your kind words and prayers.

Best Wishes & God Bless,
Jonathan Karow