H. Palmer Hall died early this morning. Others who knew him better will post appreciations and stories. All I can say is he was and remains an inspiration to me in his work, his openness, his honesty, and the way he handled life and dying both. Palmer wrote his amazing essays and poetry and published the work of others with equal sincerity and humility. Maybe that’s what a real hero is: someone whose death stuns you, makes your heart hurt and your chest feel empty even when you knew it was coming.