Anne McCaffrey was the finest, most accomplished and brightest human being I ever met, or could meet in any universe. She had the biggest heart of all, touching and helping so many people.
      My first memory of Anne: in the elegant bar-with-indoor-swimming-pool of the Novacon hotel in '78, a charismatic, silver-haired vision in a deep-turquoise gown strode into sight; and I asked the nearest person: "Is that Anne McCaffrey?"
      After hearing yes, I said: "I have to meet her."
      By two o'clock in the morning, it was just the two of us in the bar, and I was captivated by her warmth and intellect; and my life was altered forever. Her final gift to me came floating across the decades, when I was guest of honour at Novacon ten days before her death. Our mutual friend Rog Peyton related something Anne told him that weekend in 1978: a message I will carry always.
      To visit Dragonhold (both the second and third incarnations) was to experience a near-mystical air of peacefulness permeating a busy hold filled with people, horses, cats and love.
      And books, of course.
      My debt to Anne is surpassed only by my love and admiration. She touched so many hearts because she employed emotion in her stories; and she accomplished that because she felt for other people: sympathy and empathy beyond imagining.
      Her story The Ship Who Sang was a eulogy to her father. She could never read it without crying.
      Neither, now, can I.
      Bless you and thank you, Anne.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm very sorry for your loss. I know how fond you were of her, and how instrumental she was in your career. And she was a great lady.

November 27, 2011 at 10:00 PM  

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