For Eusi Kwayana · 14d ago
i keep trying to write this and deleting it. i think i first heard his name because an old co worker of my dad's, a guyanese guy out in the bay area, used to talk about the sage of buxton like he was a character out of a novel, not someone still alive two towns over sometimes it felt like. i never read the villages book all the way through, i'm being honest, but the bits i did read about lusignan and that old woman telling him congo ah high nation stuck in my head for years, i don't even know why, i'm not guyanese, it's not my history, but it felt like something true about dignity that i needed at the time. a hundred and one years. i keep saying that number out loud to myself. edit: just found out he actually lived in california for a while after he retired, which i didn't know when i started typing this, so maybe he was closer than i thought the whole time.
For Laureano Leone · 26d ago
98 years old. That's a full life by any measure. Praying for Elisa and Maia Berta in the days ahead.
For Saburo Yamashita · 28d ago
I keep thinking about the part where he's fifteen and running a ceiling crane and the whole sky goes brighter than lightning, and he just, he walks home through it. I read that a few years back on some peace archive site my priest sent around and I couldn't stop thinking about it for days. Ninety six years old. I don't know why this one is hitting me, I never even knew his name until this week, but there's something about a person who saw that at fifteen and then spent the rest of his life as basically a public servant, sixteen years mayor, still giving talks about it thirty forty times a year. That's not nothing. Edit: found the actual quote, he said he came to realize he had to commit himself to work for peace. Just, wow. Rest well sir.
For Carolyn Osborn · 24 Sept 2026
My abuela kept a battered copy of The Grands on her nightstand in Austin, and she used to read me the ranch scenes before bed. I found out tonight and just sat there rereading her line about magic happening between the hand and eye and the story. 92 years, and she was still writing until 2017. Thank you, Carolyn.
For Harjit Singh · 18 Sept 2026
Read about this over coffee this morning and just sat there. Three am, a grain market, doing his job. My dad was a cop for thirty years and I called him right after I saw it.
For Gary Myers · 13 Sept 2026
Gary Myers was a bridge. He held his father's memory and passed it forward to his sons and grandsons. That's what I'll remember most, not the wins but the love that kept that family racing together.
For K. Achuthan · 8 Sept 2026
He worked in Chittur his whole life. The cooperative bank, the municipality, the assembly. Built something that lasted. That's the kind of life that matters.
For Benjamin M. Rosen · 6 Sept 2026
What strikes me is how he named his gifts after others, not himself. That kind of generosity of spirit, especially from someone who had so much to be proud of, says something. Caltech will remember him.
For Brian Fallon · 5 Sept 2026
A critic who believed in the sacred work of seeing clearly and writing truly. He did both.
For Lloyd Robertson · 24 Aug 2026
What struck me most was hearing him talk about his mother's illness without shame. That took real courage. He opened doors for so many conversations we needed to have.
For John Crowley · 13 Aug 2026
What a gift he gave to all of us who came through Yale hoping to learn to write true. His patience, his clarity, the way he listened. The whole place will be quieter now.
For Robert Duvall · 13 Apr 2026
Watched To Kill a Mockingbird as a kid and something about Boo Radley stayed with me for life. The way he showed us that quietness could hold such depth. A master of his craft, and it sounds like he lived with real grace.
