Yesterday I got a phone call I knew had to come one day, and yet hoped would never arrive. My friend – curmudgeonly uncle, older brother, second father, best friend – Charles Brown died in his sleep. We were ‘guys’ together. We shared a love of science fiction, music, scotch, and so much more. Like the science fiction field he loved (more than anyone else I knew), I have lost family.
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I’m still at the Readercon hotel and it’s always strange to be in a hotel once filled with fans, now filled with mundanes.
I still expect to see Charlie zipping by on his scooter.
Hey kiddo,
So sorry to hear about Charles. I know how much he meant to you and I know what a pall this will cast over your upcoming trip to the US. Will talk to you soon, much love
S
What a horrible, horrible, horrible shock.
I enjoyed your post of a stern-looking mr Brown, less than two weeks ago, so much that I responded humorously to it. Now I wish I hadn’t been so flippant.
My condolences to all who knew and loved him, and my thanks for his contribution to the field.
Heather: Thank you. It’s appreciated.
Peter: No! Don’t apologise. He would have appreciated it too. It was funny, and he loved him some funny.
Jonathan, I trust his memory and his legacy will sustain you in all your future efforts. Wherever he is now, make him proud.