As March turned into April last Spring two major contributors to my life passed on. I offer these poems to their memory.
Remembering Ed Rothkowitz
Eddie came
Eddie did
Eddie’s gone.
Eddie was always Eddie
with those he loved.
With others
he was whatever
he thought
would work.
In either case
He was Eddie–
You’d know him
anywhere.
Remembering Eddie Lebron
A journeyman someone called him
Doing what must be done
to continue along his path.
Unafraid to cry
Utterly himself
Not unlike a saint.
Once I asked him
and he told me:
“Richie, I don’t know.
I do what I do.”
Welcome! 
I too knew eddie a rock in the storm, a candle in the wind. A force to be reckoned with and as unique as a snow flake in a summer shower. Yet he lives on in every breath I take.
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I’ve finally read (most of) the blog. I guess I was ready.
Now I know even more about the way you think. How surprising… I wouldn’t have thought it possible (if I did think about it at all). I am now truly and utterly ruined as a person. Thanks for that bub!
Silliness aside for a brief moment, I found myself laughing out loud at least twice, welling up with tears once, and telling my computer screen (also out loud, much to my chagrin) that, “I also call you Goldberg you dummy”!
(5/16/07- The day after talking to you about concussions and my dad.)
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Thank you for this beautiful poetic memory of Ed Rothkowitz. He was a major contributor to my life as well. Yes, Eddie was always Eddie. I will miss him deeply.
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