Saturday, March 17, 2012

Firu ba Yeker's gone... and certainly not forgotten...


This is going to be a very personal post, told from a very personal point of view, and with some very personal feelings.

This post wasn't originally going to be what you're about to read; I had wanted to talk about going out to see "John Carter". I had a day off, the first one in several months, and I wanted to take my very own Dejah Thoris out for a day's excursion. As Prof. Barker's archivist, I especially wanted to see this movie because I'd just found his childhood copy of "A Princess of Mars", and I thought it would be fun to see a movie that Phil would (I thought) enjoy; he'd loved the various "Conan" movies, as he'd read the Howard stories as they'd come out, back in the day when I taken him out to see them, and he was like a kid again watching them.

I didn't get to see the movie.

Instead, I buried an old friend.

I got the call from the house at 11:15 this morning, and I'm just now back home at about 00:15 local time. Phil had been in slowly declining health over the past six months, and he'd taken a very marked turn for the worse over the past 36 hours. He passed away about 10:30 this morning, and the news passed like the flames of a chain of signal beacons along a Sakbe road.

In Islam, the departed are to be buried within twenty-four hours; they have gone on their final journey and it is the responsibility of the family, the friends, and the faithful to take care of what Allah the Most Merciful and Compassionate has left behind.

We did. We prepared the empty husk of the brilliant, eccentric, funny, cranky, and unique man I knew for so many years, and then we carried him down his stairs in his home for the last time. Like so many Praetorians, we did what we'd promised we did for him so many years ago; we took care of him, and we took care of Ambereen.

I rode with him for the last time on the way to the mosque, and when I was asked by the brothers who were to prepare him for the prayers of the faithful why I was there, all I could respond with was something that Phil had said about me to some of his players back when I was twenty-five and he had come with Ambereen to my birthday party: "This is the son I never had."

I stayed with him for the last time as they washed and anointed him, and I was asked about this man who had departed from us. I told them of his gifts as a linguist and as a scholar, of his writing, and of his life. I told them of his conversion to Islam, and his abiding faith. I told him of how he'd taught so many of us so many things, and I told them of his astonishing creation of an entire world.

I stayed with him while he was given the robes he would wear for his final trip in this world, and I stayed with him while the faithful offered their prayers for him. Together, we took him to the cemetery, and we returned him to the earth that he had sprung from. We took Ambereen home, and stayed with her telling stories of our times with him; there will be, I am told, an official memorial in the near future. Tonight was, though, just for us.

We'll be back there tomorrow, as the family members fly in from all points, and we'll do what we can to help. That's what we came to do, all those years ago, and what we'll do for him and for Ambereen in the future; be there for them, and to serve the Petal Throne.

And now, if it's all right, I'll be off to try and get some sleep. I'll have more later, when I have the chance.

Thank you all, once again...

yours, chirine


  1. Thank you for the report.

    Our most sincere condolences.

    I'm glad you were the one with him; that the reconciliation had taken place beforehand.

    Our thoughts are with you all, and Ambereen.

  2. Thank you for being there, Chirine. It made a great difference.

  3. Like TS I'm glad that you had that reconciliation in the last few months. He's gone as they say, but not forgotten.

  4. Thank you Chirine, and condolences

  5. Thank you for sharing this Chirene. My condolences to you and everyone that were very close to him. I'm usually a rather composed person, but I'll openly admit I wept when I found out this news. I don't know why but I felt a great connection to his works, and I think many shared this fiber of existence with him. I know the people that I spoke online about his passing with were equally shaken. Again, condolences.

  6. Sad news indeed. He will be missed by many.

  7. Thank you for sharing this, Chirine.

  8. Barker was a brilliant scholar, writer and story-teller and I'm glad that his friends and loved ones were with him when the final days came. I met him only once, at a convention, but I have followed his work since I first stumbled into Tekumel back in 1976. I'm glad that others are continuing to preserve Tekumel for the gamers who have yet to discover it.

  9. I need to thank you for introducing me to Tekumel years ago after meeting at either the Tin Soldier shop on Lake St. or at a Mpls police station that let gamers meet on Fridays. You even allowed me and a friend to come over and cast figs in your kitchen, it was great. Despite fond memories, I don't game Tekumel and only look at relevant sites once in a blue moon but did so last Friday. Random chance? I don't believe so.

    I am so glad that any dificulties between you and the Prof. were over. That period must have been tough for you both.

    I teach at a high school in MD and have a RPG club that my co-workers call the "Friends without Friends" club. It is an important part of their social life and the kids come back to visit after graduating. I hope that you are well and know that by "paying it forward" you made a differnce in my life and that of my students.