John Mood died a year ago, on a Monday night, Feb. 22, 2016. He was 83 years old. My name is Stephanie; John and I were together and married for 45 years. For the past year, I have been going through his papers, files, books, records, CD’s, and videotapes. In my small way, I want to honor John’s memory by writing about his work, his many interests, and the legacy that he left. I propose to write a biography about a man who spent his life thinking about death, about meaning in life, about our responsibilities to the life we’ve been given. As time goes on, I will post more about this.
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Hi,
This is from a year ago, the day John died. I can’t believe it’s been an entire year; it seems like yesterday. And the words still apply.
With love,
Stacey
I say goodbye to a man who appreciated wonder in the world — the growth of a plant, the swell of the ocean, the riff of electrical guitars, the celestial dances overhead, the love of a good woman, and every kind of sparkly colorful light. He read, studied, wrote, traveled, danced, laughed, and thought — deeply. Where do all those thoughts go? All that learning and knowledge? All I can think is that today, our collective conscious is full to brimming, and I’d like to think it is dripping over into the cosmos, making a light show of its own. I think the stars are spelling it out, but my heart feels etched with it, too — “John Mood has moved on — he is fine, but we all miss him so.”