I don’t know how many of my regular readers knew him, but he was a founder of the Los Angeles L-5 Society (aka OASIS) back in the late 70s, and he passed yesterday. I’ll have more anon, but if anyone did know him, feel free to comment. I’m in good health, but one contemplates mortality more and more as one’s cohorts pass on.
[August 14, 2025, update]
I’ve started a memorial page for him.
[Bumped]
Terry is missed. It’s hard to imagine his…irascibility…being no longer in the world.
For the moment at least, Sic Itur Ad Astra, my friend.
I’m in good health and still working. It is disturbing how many people younger than me have passed. My business partner last year at 60 was a shocker with no warning. At 68, I’m really starting to notice lost friends.
Perhaps my stars were simply misaligned at birth, but I started losing friends as a child and the losses have continued. I lost two good friends and a favorite cousin in the late 70s and early 80s. Two other good friends went in the early 90s. The losses continue. Early practice sustaining loss, I have found, does not make it any easier as time goes on.
So sad to hear.
And yes on feeling one’s own mortality. We just buried Dad yesterday, beside our mother, who we lost eight years ago, almost to the day.
While we were visiting with the old family friends who hosted the lunch afterward, I was talking about how many my high school class we’ve lost, and how many will even be at the fourtieth-year class reunion. (I won’t be able to go, but that’s for financial reasons — it’s just far enough away that we’d need an overnight stay, and we need to save our loyalty points for our business travel, in case we need an extra night on the road on one or another trip).