It was a very great loss.
I think lighting a candle tonight would be in order.
I hope to get some of my favorite Paul B. pictures placed here over the next month. If you have a special Paul B. thought, hit [this link] and add your thoughts.
Paul B. loved plants and gardening as much as he loved reading and writing. Spring always was very special to him. Life and friends were very special to him.
Paul B. was one in a million.
[March 19, 1994, by the Bloggard]: Only a couple of years ago, Adrienne and I had lived in an apartment overlooking the Sausalito bay, where boats glided past on the silken blue water, and gulls wheeled in the sky.
With my nose buried in computers and dreams, I hardly noticed when Paul my best friend from college sent me new literary magazines, and letters. I didn’t really stay in touch.
Later, I understand that Paul, dying of brain cancer, lay for days in a bed, and one day asked his mom, “I wonder whatever happened to Richard.” (Which was my name way back then.)
I wonder, too.
