One of his friends said he exchanged messages with Hugh about 6:30 Monday morning, at which point he said he was going off to sleep. As you may know, Hugh often kept irregular hours, so an early-morning bedtime wouldn't be too unusual.
According to one fan site, he died of a heart attack. The world is a colder, sadder, and lonelier place now.
Hugh's death reminds me of the volcanic destruction of Mt. St. Helens; for years after I would look up as I headed north on Barbur Blvd., looking to see the perfect ice cream cone mountain ahead of me - and it was no longer there. Hugh was a force of nature, and like the mountain, it seems impossible that he is gone.
I met him through my husband, Michael McClary, who had known Hugh since the early days of the Ann Arbor Computer Club. Time spent with Hugh was always fascinating, enlightening, and amazing. Only a couple of weeks ago he called us on the phone and he and Michael and I spoke for quite a while; the range of subjects went the gamut from one end to the other. To realize that we shall never have such a conversation again in this life is depressing; to realize that all he had to contribute, to do, to enjoy is gone is an unbelievably sad experience.
A lot of families are feeling the same way you are. Hugh was an occasional guest here at the Nuclear Arms, where we'd have the same kind of wide-ranging conversations you describe.
He was definitely one of the most pragmatic, interesting people I've met. The world is quieter, if not out of respect for him. I'll never forget the occasions he spent with my family when I was younger.
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One of his friends said he exchanged messages with Hugh about 6:30 Monday morning, at which point he said he was going off to sleep. As you may know, Hugh often kept irregular hours, so an early-morning bedtime wouldn't be too unusual.
I imagine we'll hear more eventually.
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I'm still in shock. Like you and Bill, I knew him for over 30 years.
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Hugh's death reminds me of the volcanic destruction of Mt. St. Helens; for years after I would look up as I headed north on Barbur Blvd., looking to see the perfect ice cream cone mountain ahead of me - and it was no longer there. Hugh was a force of nature, and like the mountain, it seems impossible that he is gone.
I met him through my husband, Michael McClary, who had known Hugh since the early days of the Ann Arbor Computer Club. Time spent with Hugh was always fascinating, enlightening, and amazing. Only a couple of weeks ago he called us on the phone and he and Michael and I spoke for quite a while; the range of subjects went the gamut from one end to the other. To realize that we shall never have such a conversation again in this life is depressing; to realize that all he had to contribute, to do, to enjoy is gone is an unbelievably sad experience.
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A lot of families are feeling the same way you are. Hugh was an occasional guest here at the Nuclear Arms, where we'd have the same kind of wide-ranging conversations you describe.
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I heard about it via Kabuki Duke yesterday, once I collected my thoughts I wrapped up some thoughts over on my blog ( http://indrora.tumblr.com/post/52189871663 )
He was definitely one of the most pragmatic, interesting people I've met. The world is quieter, if not out of respect for him. I'll never forget the occasions he spent with my family when I was younger.
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