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Very sad news, Bill. 

RIP Max.

A real loss to all of us who knew him (here or elsewhere).

Doug
> On Sep 23, 2016, at 5:37 AM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 
> This from Marilyn, on Facebook, all.
> 
> The unthinkable happened on Wednesday morning, September 21st in Belmont
> Ave, Nth Capitol Hill. My beloved husband Max Richards was hit by a car,
> whilst he was out walking our sweet labrador, Pink. Max sustained massive
> head injuries, and died later that evening at Harborview Emergency and
> Trauma unit.
> 
> In the space of a second, I lost my whole world. And the world lost a
> special human being.
> 
> Here is Max at a playwriting class at the Freehold Theatre just one week
> prior to his final day on this earth.  (photo here) And poor bereft Pink,
> who according to the policeman who brought her home, resisted efforts to
> separate her from her master, as he lay dying in the middle of the road,
> surrounded by a ring of cars that served to keep him and the kind
> first-responders safe within a barrier of love and care. I draw much
> comfort from the image of this reported circle of love.
> 
> I am sure that the serenity of his face as he passed was linked to these
> final vital experiences: a stunning Fall morning; a devoted family Labrador
> sharing fully in all his pleasures, and pains; and a circle of communion,
> holding his hand throughout the ordeal.
> 
> But how is it that he's not lying beside me on our bed tonight? The dogs
> and I can't fathom it.
> 
> R.I.P. dearest beloved.
> Thank you for all your generous forbearance; for two decades of purest joy.
> 
> 
> 
> This is all I know. Max, a giant friend, gone.
> 
> Bill

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