Herman

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT


Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave 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.

-Dylan Thomas


Our good friend Herman died tonight at the age of 96. He was the most charming man I've ever met.

I loved Herman because he was geniusly funny, endearing, and made everyone around him feel lucky to be alive.

Herman could talk for hours about his beloved wife Annette (who died three years ago) and how she was the best thing that ever happened to him. They were married sixty-six years and tonight I know they are making up for lost time. I am so happy for them, and sad for us.

He was absolutely one of a kind. There will never be another Herman Brown.