John Caspell, Paul’s younger brother, known on this blog as Dr. Filk, died today in hospital. Lady Miss B was in the room when they called the code. She called us to the hospital – where we had been planning to visit him this afternoon – but it was too late when we got there. We said our goodbyes.
All of us here are numb. Lady Miss B’s husband is about to pick her up and take her back to Vancouver; Paul and I and Keith have one more piece of business to attend to and then we’ll be going back on the 9 o’clock.
I am still giving the homily at church tomorrow but I think I will make room for people to say a few words about John, who was, after all, one of the more interesting, colourful and intelligent people most of us will ever have the chance to meet. It was a privilege to know him.
Allegra, I am so sorry. I had thought Dr. Filk’s injuries were serious but not life threatening. Please give my regards to Paul on the loss of his brother.
Indeed, he was a Scrabbler to be reckoned with, as well as his more obvious talents.
How ironic that a drunk should bring about his demise. I don’t remember seeing him drink, even casually now that I try. Whereas we all know how long a poverty pack of La Fin du Monde lasts between you me and Paul….
Blessed be
Thanks. I’m thinking a memorial in Ontario later in the summer, but who can plan in this haze.