So over this past summer I ran into Colleen at a New Jersey event after a very long time.
We said hi, hugged, chatted a while. I asked about Jon. She said he was doing well. I told her to tell him I said hi.
We all get older. The world gets a little bit bigger and a little bit more hectic, and its easy to lose touch. I guess all I'm saying is that this big, goofy, absurd game where a bunch of adults get to play pretend for a weekend has influenced me more over the past 18 years than anything else in my life- and maybe I should try to stay more in touch with all of the people that proved to be an exceptional part of this experience. John was one of those people for me.
One time I went on a module where what we ended up doing was trying to teach a creature that wanted to eat magic everything about the world as we tried to learn it's made up/nonsense language. It was 5+ hours in the dead of night in a dark cabin and I've never been more awake at LARP than for that time.
John was that curious, challenging creature.
It was a week long event years ago. In a moment of mid-week latre night insanity I found myself standing with a partner next to me, bouncing back and forth in place, singing an absurd techno beat as my friend Ots (spelling?) was dressed as a Kabuki undead and my partner and I were translating his speech for the players.
John was my goofy, musical partner.
I asked to run the low level event years ago and was granted permission to do so (my first event). I met with John before the event and showed him what I had written- on a napkin. John read it, asked me a few questions, and then allowed me to run it anyway in 1997.
John saw in me something worth supporting and took a chance.
I will miss John. Even though we fell out of touch, it doesn't matter. Because no matter what, no matter how long passed since we spoke, his passing will be felt by hundreds of people who still get together to play crazy, goofy games of make believe in the woods. His influence is so great that those in the future who never even had the pleasure to meet him, maybe those who are even unaware of his impact, will still "miss" him even if they are not sure of what they are missing.
I feel lucky that I had the opportunity to meet John, laugh with him, dance with him, and know him well enough to understand that he is a person who should, and will, be missed.
My deepest sympathies for Colleen, Patrick and the Capuano and Finnegan families.
Raymond Nagle
Raymond_Nagle@hotmail.com