Shortly after Jed’s [his son’s] funeral at his family’s farm, his dad, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest author Ken Kesey, wrote the following letter to five of his closest friends

http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/09/what-world.html

I won’t paste any in here because it deserves to be read in full.

How can some people assemble the English language in a way that tugs at your heartstrings and leave you feeling like you’ve (however far removed you are) somehow shared their loss?

thanks for posting that

Wow, deep sigh after that.

A sad tale indeed.

I don’t thikn I can even read it from what has been posted. I’d blub.

Struggling to think of an appropriate adjective to describe that.

Thanks to the OP for sharing.

Wow. So damn sad. Kesey is such a great writer, really makes you know.

That’s amazing, thanks for posting it.

Who has been chopping onions???

Wow. 😥

Saw this last night and just read it this morning, what a beautiful piece of writing.

I heard him tell the story too. His story telling is as good as his story writing.

If I remember correctly he sued the local council for not providing safe mini buses. The ones used were old and did not have seat belts. He won and bought new buses for the local schools and college with all of the compensation.

Nope not feeling that one bit, my heart of stone is obviously mutating to granite.