Gordon taught my son Ben for a couple years in Novato. Here was my response to his emails, sadly sent after his passing. Gordon was a teacher in every way:
Dearest Gordon
It’s September 22, 2025, the day before the evening of the Jewish new year, the beginning of what is called the High Holy Days.
And on this day, I don’t actually know if you are still here with all of us, or if you have , in your words , made the “transition into greater life”. My sincere wish is that it is the former!
Your two emails are so powerful, so stunning, so elegant, so difficult, so uplifting – a description of your own dilemma in the most meaningful way. Thank you so much for sharing all of it with Ben and I. As a medical doctor I live in full awareness of the situation in which you find yourself. As a traveler walking together in life with you, I am awed by the position of your heart, mind and soul in the medical situation in which you find yourself – your profound understanding of, in the words of U2: “You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been. A place that has to be believed to be seen.”
Medically and mechanically I’m so happy that you are getting all you need from both family and your local Hospice. And through it all, spiritually you are reaching out to form connections with and for us all, all the while magically drawing in all those connections for yourself . It’s remarkable Gordon.
In this wild ride called life we connect and disconnect with so many during a lifetime. Some we connect with feel instantly special, like meeting with a person who either understands or feels life at another level, and who offers life with a power and tenderness that is unique. Since the time that Ben and I met you, I have felt this way for you. Whether it was listening to the way you play your music, and speak so clearly and magnificently through the notes and your fingers; or the way you spoke to Ben, understood my son, and shepherded him into the world of guitar music; or just sharing a few minutes of being, together, and hearing about ‘your Ben’. It was palpably clear that you possess a unique and wonderful way of being. I was so grateful we were put together for a moment.
And now in this most poignant time of your life- and most would call it tragic or difficult or overwhelmingly sorrowful- you manifest your fearless faith and enlightened sensibilities by wishing and offering connection, not separation, and the seeming miracles that come from such a posture, at such an ultimate and definitive crossroads in your life on earth. When I was a freshman and sophomore in college, 50+ years ago, my friends and I were of course, searching for the ‘meaning of life’. One midnight at Lake Travis in Austin, a 20 year old young man contemporary of mine from Puerto Rico named Cucho Paravisini declared that he had ‘figured it out’, that he knew the meaning of life! We all held our breath in anticipation, as he told us what he had figured out as life‘s meaning, in a very thick Latin accent: “ It (life’s meaning…) is only a matter of meeting and being with those who we will meet and be with in the coming times”. Of course that seemed so simplistic and we were skeptical and generally unimpressed.
And now Gordon, you bless us so with these emails, and your pleas for connection and faith and forgiveness. Your incredible clarity validates Cucho‘s youthful wisdom, remarkably as you face the finality of this lifetime. I’d just like to put forth that I think you’ve actually always known this in your heart and soul, and it is that essence that I have felt from you so strongly and so deeply and so lovingly from the first time we met. Thank you for the depth of your understanding, for your sharing, for your boundless caring and connection, and for the Love that doesn’t die with any of our passings.
If you are in need of anything I would be honored to help you. As I’ve been honored to read your words and hear your Music!
Love
Ben and Barry