Still mourning my big, precious lug, Hughie. Asked Ted, "What is it exactly we saw in him?" Not in the sense of "What could we possibly have seen in the guy," but "What was was it exactly that so endeared this man to us?" If we knew, maybe we could have bottled it. Like a [...]
My Dearest Hugh: The world feels shrunken without you. When I go out, I feel like a massive presence is missing. I'm talking about you, Hughie. Am happy for you, but sad for me. For your eulogy, I chose to talk about my favorite poem, and specifically, my favorite verse. "On My First Son" is [...]
Our precious friend, Hugh Kearnley of Glasgow, Scotland, died suddenly of a heart attack on Saturday at the tender age of 56. It was a sad day for DH and me. I had wrtten about my special feelings for Hughie here in "Love on ADT: My Hughie And Me," and "The Kiss of Life." I [...]
Yesterday I wrote this letter to a man from Glasgow, UK, who I had met in an online Prostate Cancer support group: Co-Latha Breith Sona Dhuibih, Dearest Hughie. For all of you who don't know Scottish-Gaelic, that means Happy Birthday. But it can also mean something more. Much more. Here's the rest of what I [...]
I was just reading an article by the eminent scientist Stephen Jay Gould called "The Median Isn't the Message". It's about statistics. First Gould quotes Benjamin Disraeli to the effect that there are "three species of mendacity, each worse than the one before -- lies, damn lies and statistics." But then Gould tries to make the case that [...]