My dear mentor, Baron Wormser, died yesterday, only weeks after being diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer. He died at home, quietly, with his wife and children and sister present. It was, his wife tells me, a good death.
I told her that I don't know whether the fact he died on my birthday is a weight or a lightness.
I told her that Baron made me, as a poet. He gave me myself.
Tom took me out for dinner last night and we had a celebration/wake.
My car got towed away to the shop. My phone is pulsing with love notes and sorrow notes. Apparently something shitty happened in the public realm yesterday, but I haven't been able to look at the news yet.
A small rain is falling. The scent rises through the open window.
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O, Dawn, I'm so sorry... all the good you've done with the gifts Baron gave you...
Oh, Dawn, I share in your grief. He was a great man and a mentor to me. Thank you for filling in details. I went to the internet when a friend mentioned it.
Dawn, thank you for your words. I will miss Baron too so very much.
Dawn, Thanks for posting this. Just found out 2 days ago about Baron's passing. Like you, beyond the shock of it, the hole he left in my heart and the community is huge. BB
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