The Last Supper
This was the last bread we broke together a couple of years ago with potter friend Cathi Jefferson. Grass had just been diagnosed with liver cancer.
It is with sadness that today I report the passing of my friend Robin “Grass” Hopper. Grass always had a purpose in his life and right up until this past fall he was still publishing and contributing to the world of ceramics. This past few months have been wonderful time for him to share many visits from friends and family. There was really no more for him to accomplish and with the exception of sharing moments of love with family his ceramic materials had run dry.
I set the table for him on Thursday.. It was raining mad dogs and Englishmen here so a fitting day for the Old Brit to blow his trumpet, take a bow have the curtain fall and be on his merry way. Wait, I think there is a standing ovation, maybe a second and third.. Your life was performance art acted out to the very end. Good night, Grass. Toot, toot!