Vaya con Dios
Bob Isaacson
From across the ocean my heart has found its way to a high place by an oak tree at a California ranch known as El Chorro. I am thinking of a man whose graceful words gave clarity to experience, whose brilliance was always accompanied by humility and humor, who knew that the past is forever present, who understood that the ordinary is anything but, and whose spirit was filled with light.
Godspeed, dear friend.
He gave us many gifts, wisdom and laughter among them, and words as real and beautiful as unconsecrated ground and a billion winter stars.
More than anything, writing was our bond, and yet I am struggling now to write coherent sentences about him. If you knew him, then you understand.