A man with a sweet spirit and an ability to share the natural world has died suddenly. He wasn't old or sick. It is difficult to imagine our haiku events without him there. We will remember how he said we might miss a haiku moment by rushing past it on the way to a park where we thought something special might be found. We should look around hwre we are, or look out the window if we cannot get outside, he reminded us. Manifestations of the bounties of nature are found everywhere.
We will remember how he brought a basket of smooth stones for us to feel and hold and look at carefully. we will remember his yearly haibun which he read at our Holiday gathering. Most of all we will remember his understanding thoughfulness in conversation. Good night, Jim. Rest peacefully.