Henry X. Dudek
Henry died. We expected it, I guess. Sooner or later. We would all have preferred later, but that’s how it goes. I’m sure Henry would have preferred later too.
Henry was a brilliant man, funny and well read, opinionated and outré in that way that gay guys who are comfortable with themselves can be. He said he wants his ashes spread on his own gardens, or failing that, beneath a freshly planted Patmore Ash. Henry had a droll fondness for the Patmore Ash. I will miss him, miss the editorial cartoons he scanned and distributed to friends, miss his wide ranging observations, miss stopping in on Christmas Eve with a box of Mrs. See’s chocolates, and miss the occasional visits for tea or lunch or just to say hello. I’ll miss the plants he always sent home with Beth and which she stored in her killing fields until the weak ones perished.
Henry wrote three blogs that I know about, and two are available online. You can read them here and here.
Henry is survived by his cat Maurice T. Marmalade, some family here and there, and countless friends. There’s going to be a party to mark his passing.
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