It was a frigid day when we surrounded the grave, a rectangular depth into which would disappear the body of a great man – a friend, a patron, a healer, a writer, a husband, a father, a grandfather… a man who wore many hats, played many roles, and lived life with a twinkling gusto that few could miss if they were lucky enough to have chatted or debated over dinner, at a show, or even in a short car ride.
