I only met Jerry once, when he and Elizabeth Lamb joined Ed and me for dinner one night in our casa. It was a splendid evening, and Jerry was brilliant as a guest and storyteller. I will never forget that night or him.  Jerry fought long and hard all his life for the underdog and all things he cared for. A truly beautiful guy.

quasar
only a great star
that dies

— Marian Olson

I spoke to Jerry just about every day he was in hospice. My last conversation with him was a day before they gave him heavy drugs to sleep. The next morning I had an e-mail waiting for me saying Jerry had passed away. I was fortunate to tell Jerry that I loved him and did this numerous times per week, per phone call. The last time I spoke to him he sounded stronger than he had in a few weeks, and happy. He was ready and died very wealthy because he knew so many people were thinking about him. Can’t ask for more. He was a true poet at all times, even in pain and facing death. It’s hard for me since I was so used to talking with Jerry.

hospice garden —
he points out
the last calla lily

— Stanford Forrester