Ross, I had barely begun to know you. Almost seven months ago you attended the first Poetry Under the Paintings event in Lewisburg and you have faithfully attended ever since, gracing us each month with your wit, rhyme, sarcasm and that winking smile. You will be missed.
The last time you and I talked was three weeks ago when we had to divert from our usual reading spot at Faustina’s Gallery to another location last-minute. We ended up hanging out in the window alcove at The Brassiere. Eight of us and a bouncing baby trying to hear each other over the bar patrons. But it was a unique event, and you and I seemed to enjoy it the most. On the way back to our cars we chatted and exchanged emails, and I promised to send you the link to your October videos on YouTube.
You added me on Facebook, but I hadn’t gotten around to sending the links to you yet when I heard about the stroke, and that your recovery was not going well. Within days we lost you. We lost you much too soon.
Thank you for choosing to spend those evenings with us. I wish I had gotten the chance to get to Cherry Alley to hear your stories, or join you at Page Grinders as you invited us to do that night in the bar window seat. It was good to know you for however brief a time. I promise you, we will keep the tradition going. Fare thee well.
And here is a short clip of Ross and Brian. Ross had asked for some sort of military marching music, and Brian delightfully got carried away. I will miss moments like this.
- Death On Facebook Now Common As ‘Dead Profiles’ Create Vast Virtual Cemetery (huffingtonpost.com)
- Poetry Under the Paintings, Sampler #2 (DadPoet.Wordpress.com)