Jul 28, 2010 03:38
We mourn because a giant has passed.
Roger always seemed to me to be about eight feet tall and impossibly strong. One time, we wrestled, as guys will occasionally do. He got me, and I couldn’t move. At. All.
But, he was more than physically impressive. He knew something about any subject you cared to talk about, and usually more than any non-specialist would. He was a master tactician, offering fierce competition in every game I ever played with him. He cared about people, understood how they work, and I never, ever saw him hurt a soul. Even the one time that I saw him angry, he moved with patience, deliberation, and an understanding of just how much damage he could cause if he ever lost control.
Scholar. Warrior. Sage. Caring friend and loving father.
The strength of the earth ran deep in his bones, and he was rich with its wisdom.
He was the best of us, and he is gone. No one can fill his place.