|My brother, Roddy, was a little boy filled with curiosity about all things and all |
people from the picking up of shrapnel in a London Blitz to the deep conversations
with the lobster man on Cape Cod in the later years. Never prying, but always
fascinated and respectful. This quality prevailed throughout his life and was an
inner core of his being.
Our mutual friend, sculptor Adam Kurtzman, has caught the sturdy little boy
I knew who loved sailboats in this endearing sculpture.
Roddy was always there to bring out the best in those around him - inspiring
and supporting their endeavors, sharing their woes and extravagantly applauding
their triumphs with sheer personal delight.
This dear man's art of not only listening to, but also fully hearing, a confidence
shared with him was legendary and never abused. He was totally trusted by all.
Roddy was also quite fierce in, and firm about, what he felt to be the right thing
to do in any number of circumstances. Endlessly loyal and forgiving to those he
loved, charming, elegant, terribly funny, nimble as an elf, quick witted, he had
a terrible time with spelling all his life but wrote beautifully and profoundly.
Indeed, I watched my dearest brother grow to be a man of many parts, an
extraordinary man filled with love of the life he enjoyed so much and earned
My adorable playmate and forever friend lives with me always in this memory