[TheForge] Update on John Husvar/Johan Wagenfahrer

[John Husvar]

It is with great sadness that I pass along word that it appears my father,
and friend, John Husvar, will pass out of this world in the very near
future.  We received a call from the hospital this morning indicating that
his kidneys had started to fail, and my mother received and urgent call
about 1pm to get up to the hospital post haste.  She and Kim George are now
sitting with my father, and he will be with his wife of over 42 years and
his best friend of almost 30 years when he moves on.

I will send out an email from this account should anything change, otherwise
there will be one more email to announce John's memorial service.  His
wishes were to be cremated, and his ashes spread on his sister's farm in TX,
as well a small portion being launched on the Viking Ship at Pennsic War.
We will honor his wishes as best we can.  John and his family have never
believed in "laying in" and likely his memorial will be a wake for friends
and family to remember him fondly.

In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to either The Society for
Creative Anachronism (Preferably to your local branch,) (http://www.sca.org)
or to the National MS Society (http://www.nationalmssociety.org).  John
loved the SCA and was helped many times by NMSS.  In lieu of tears of
sadness, raise a toast in his honor and remember that he will no longer be
in the pain that has plagued him for so long.

I will close with one of John's favorite poems...  It's by Dylan Thomas
(Whoever he is... ;)


DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

>> Do not go gentle into that good night,
>> Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
>> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>> 
>> Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
>> Because their words had forked no lightning they
>> Do not go gentle into that good night.
>> 
>> Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
>> Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
>> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>> 
>> Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
>> And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
>> Do not go gentle into that good night.
>> 
>> Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
>> Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
>> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
>> 
>> And you, my father, there on the sad height,
>> Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
>> Do not go gentle into that good night.
>> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Jerod Husvar
For the entire Husvar family.