Requiesat In Pace
I don't post much. That's rather blatantly obvious, moreso for the folks that know me. I'd not planned on posting, either, outside of a brief comment I made earlier to my wife, wherein I noted that, when one has difficulty breathing, the last thing one wants is to sit down in the little room (otherwise known as the bathroom), take a deep breath, and realize that the cat has given birth to an elder god in the litterbox next to the toilet.
But that's not why I'm posting now. I only mention it because I'd thought of posting it earlier, before I got the news that Forrest J. Ackerman just died.
If you read Science Fiction, you likely feel the same pang of sadness right now that I did on finding out. If you don't, you can read about him in the obituary at SFWA or in the Wikipedia article. I recommend the obit, myself. While shorter, it was written by those who knew him.
I'm not one of them. Granted, I knew of him, but I was never graced with the chance. Forry was one of the people I had always wanted to meet, along with the late Isaac Asimov and Sir Arthur C Clarke. I can see them all together at the mystical BeyondCon, swapping stories and puns, pointing through the ether-viewer at those of us on this side and still generating stories.
I'm sure I could prolly say more, wax poetic and such, but I just don't have the words right now. I know it's just the regular way of life passing on, and that new writers are always popping up, but that doesn't keep me from still feeling the loss when someone great goes away.
Rest in peace, Forry.
But that's not why I'm posting now. I only mention it because I'd thought of posting it earlier, before I got the news that Forrest J. Ackerman just died.
If you read Science Fiction, you likely feel the same pang of sadness right now that I did on finding out. If you don't, you can read about him in the obituary at SFWA or in the Wikipedia article. I recommend the obit, myself. While shorter, it was written by those who knew him.
I'm not one of them. Granted, I knew of him, but I was never graced with the chance. Forry was one of the people I had always wanted to meet, along with the late Isaac Asimov and Sir Arthur C Clarke. I can see them all together at the mystical BeyondCon, swapping stories and puns, pointing through the ether-viewer at those of us on this side and still generating stories.
I'm sure I could prolly say more, wax poetic and such, but I just don't have the words right now. I know it's just the regular way of life passing on, and that new writers are always popping up, but that doesn't keep me from still feeling the loss when someone great goes away.
Rest in peace, Forry.