Clyde-ness.

Remembering Clyde Okita.
(a virtual memorial )






























  

Some of Clyde's Photos.

I can't remember a time when my brother Clyde wasn't taking pictures .  At first he would take fashion photos of the neighborhood girls in the south surburb where we lived. Or pictures of me as an emerging poet that I loved. They were great for flyers for shows I was doing. Later he was drawn to shooting insects in their infinite splendor like the katydid below.  Or abstractions like the warped mirror image he titled, "Brain Crash."

One winter day while he was driving us to UIC campus for school, he was struck by a building that had caught fire. The firemen drenched the building in water which resulted in icicles. That's one of the pics below.    

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The Dark Side.

Clyde was deep and introspective. And no stranger to the dark side.

"I photographed a stranger
who turned out to be me."
  
February 6, 2018

The Last Text.

This is probably the last text my brother sent.  It was 1:03am on his last day.  He was in a hospital in Evanston.  He sent it to his friend Maryam.  His text is in gray. Hers is in green.  I found it moving.  The G/O refers to his Gohonzon or Buddhist scroll that he wanted returned
to the temple.

Personal Effects.​​
The last time I went to my brother's apartment, I found his glasses and his chanting beads. 

"Personal effects" is a reference to everyday items of personal use, things you own that you often carry with you, such as keys or clothing.

Letters from the Edge.

Selected posts from the guestbook.


Dwight,

Please accept my condolences on the passing of your brother Clyde. Even with the passing of so many years, I fondly remember and cherish the lively times and fantastic adventures he and I had.

Through his life and love, Clyde left the world a better place. I am proud to have spent some time with him on a part of his journey. It figures he would have loved Caribou Coffee.  Wishing you peace and hope, at this sad and stressful time. 
                           -- Dave Briars


Hi Dwight,

I doubt you remember me, We went to Luella Grade School together, until everything changed there. I am in the southern burbs. I am sorry to hear about your brother, I lost my oldest brother a few years ago and losing a sibling is an odd feeling. I saw his name in the Tribune, (I am a nurse and I work with many elderly patients so I scan the obits on Sunday, kind of morbid I know) and looked up your website.

Congratulations on your success I am going to read one of your books, always looking for the next thing to read, and again, I am so sorry for your loss. I pray he has found peace and you also. 

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I started reading your book, THE HOPE STORE, last night. It's really good. Take care of yourself.

                             -- Georgeanne Ferry-Pitrowski


(click above for a video flashback
from ten years ago, just after his stroke)