Soundsmith notes the passing of Doug Cassara


I would like to post here the passing of Doug Cassara, of Mamaroneck New York, last evening.

Doug was one of my audio/engineer "students" back in the beginning of the 70's; he worked for Julius Futterman as well. Doug was severely injured in a car accident, and became a quadriplegic in his 20's. As many know, they don't live very long. Doug lived for more than 45 years in his wheel chair, his breathing created by wires to his diaphragm, his speech timed as it allowed. Doug was one of the few heroes I have known. He took up water color painting with a brush handle placed in his mouth; he collected and repaired tons of audio gear by teaching others what to do with their hands and minds. He came to Soundsmith to visit and listen -  I gifted him a strain gauge when he showed interest in it, which brought him some measure of joy. His love of music was deeper than anyone could imagine, and went to concerts as often as he could, and befriended many musicians.

He needed 24/7 nursing at home for all the years in that chair and in bed, in case the machine failed to make him breathe. He was hospitalized many times, and NEVER gave up. A recent hospitalization was one he could not recover from, and he asked that his support be terminated. I do not have one cell in my body that is as brave and courageous and determined to survive as much as his entire being did. He deserves to be mentioned here; he was an audio engineer and audiophile like few others. God speed Doug - I will continue to pray for you, and pray there is so much music where you are. I will miss you. You were one of the very few heroes left for us to admire in this age. 

Peter Ledermann/Soundsmith

     

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Peter - Thank you for sharing in a time of great loss. I wrote this for a friend saying goodbye in similar circumstances… Grace and Peace @retipper 

 

Even

Even now

In my quickly fading light

The edge between

Long years

And the new salvation 

Is grey

Undefined

Jagged

Like the line

Between 

Waking

And slumber

 

Even now

Asleep

I feel you there

In the foreground of my fitful breath

Stay awhile 

Watch me sleep

And remember me

As strong

As wise

As one who mattered

 

Then

Now

Eternal

 

Ahead

Is there a line to cross ?

Adrift in sleep

Yes, two who mattered

Shared trial

Tears

Some sweet victory 

And a raconteurs’

Good cheer

 

Yet, even now

 

I shall cross over

The line will fold

Impenetrable 

For a time

No blade can Pierce the veil

But even then

I shall feel you

My old friend

Until such time

As old dogs

Born anew

We meet again

Healed