Ray Bradbury died today at the age of 91. I left this rocket with some yellow carnations that looked like dandelions in downtown Waukegan tonight, near a mural depicting his smiling face. I grew up in Waukegan IL, playing in the same ravines that Ray did as a child. I always dreamed of meeting him and talking about life with him and having him read my poetry and give me his honest opinion about it. He revolutionized my whole outlook on life and art. His prose powerfully displayed the intense poetry of God’s creation. I read him so much that it seemed he was in my head. Sometimes he felt like the closest friend I ever had. I’m going to miss him a lot.
“Dearest Ray
You will be greatly missed
I wish I could have met you
I pray you are in everlasting Rocket Summer Country”