Sad days..tears, Skip was a influence as a new writer, and being privy to many of his works in progress, he was priceless and this hurts.
My father. My children’s grandfather. My friend.
by Jessi Clarkson, Skip’s daughter.
You haven’t heard from my father in a while. He has been absent from this blog for health reasons.
My sweet father passed away this Monday approximately 1:00 AM. My sisters and I gathered around his hospital bedside and held his hand as he slipped away into the immortal atmosphere.
My family recognizes that there are quite a few of you who have befriended my dad here on this site. Therefore, I would like to keep you updated with more stories that we find of his and his songs, poems, and musings.
We are all so sad to lose such a creative and loving person in our life.
I will be posting the treasures we find, old and new, if he meant for them to be public, here on this site. May you be comforted as I am…
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Peace, Love and Patchouli 