- 64 years old
- Date of birth: Jun 24, 1952
- Place of birth:
Brooklyn, New York, United States
- Date of passing: Oct 18, 2016
- Place of passing:
|Let the memory of Dean be with us forever.|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Dean Mahon. We will remember him forever.
"Our Boston Writing group was formed back in 2008 and Dean was one of our first members. He wanted to write a variety of books on his life, on how to travel, and so on. He chose as his first book the true life story of surviving a medically-induced coma for 8 weeks. Often it's thought that people in comas don't realize what is going on. But due to Dean's fantastic memory he was able to remember in detail exact scenes and determine how they matched up against the real-life issues his body was facing. So when doctors plunged him into an ice bath, he knew that was when he had "imagined" swimming under the North Pole. But to him those "dreams" were quite real.
The writing group worked with him intensely on his book, offering feedback and praising his great writing skill. It was a joy to support him and the book, "The Ride," went live in 2012. Readers love it.
Dean had all sorts of books he wanted to tackle next but he kept saying he'd work on them once he had time. His job required a great deal of report-writing and he kept waiting for a pause to be able to tackle his own projects. Tragically, he never got that time. He was busy at work when his hourglass ran out.
It was common when we were having our monthly meetings for him to write and say "Sorry I can't make it, I'm in Myanmar" or Jordan or Ghana or Burkina Faso. He was always somewhere exotic, helping those in need.
We miss him immensely. He was a joy to have at meetings and his insight into other authors' works was wonderfully helpful. He had a dry wit which was delightful. We joked that with how hard he worked he deserved the life of Roman royalty in his off-time and we bought a gold "laurel leaf" headdress for him to wear at our meetings. I have that here on my desk. He absolutely deserved all that life had to offer him. His story will live on in his book."
"There are no words to describe the pain we suffer losing you. But Daddy, we know that you will never truly leave us, and your love and passion have impacted this world so greatly that all of us will never be the same- you have changed us for the better. I don't know what we will do without you, but following in your footsteps gives me hope that one day I can be at least half of the amazing person that you are. I love you always."
"Dean and I served in the Peace Corps together in the 1970's and were posted to the same town in Cameroon (Ebolowa). Through the years of friendship I have appreciated his compassion, humor, and commitment to leaving the world a better place. He was truly an incredible citizen of the earth and his spirit will live in the hearts of all who knew him. Heartfelt condolences to Hilda, Liz, and all of his family.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
"When Dean was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Cameroon in the late 70's, he stood out from the crowd as a sensitive, giving Volunteer, whom we all admired. I was the Peace Corps Medical Officer (PCMO) at the time and got to know and appreciate him very well. Dean and I then lost track of each other for many years but "found each other" on FB about 10 years ago. Since then I have seen and appreciated Dean's FB posts almost daily and I always "liked" them. His posts reflected the love and caring in his heart for all of humanity. I will miss knowing that you are "out there" doing good things and caring about all of us Dean. God bless you and your family. Rest in peace."
""Dad," as he so kindly allowed me to call him, is forever in my heart. I can hear his sweet, gentle, half-whisper voice. I can remember how warm and comfortable he made me feel, even at our first meeting during Liz's and my freshman year. He is truly a special person, one who has touched the lives of many people, and one whom will be very, very missed.
In particular, I remember waiting with Dad for Liz during an unexpected trip to the hospital. It was 3am, and we were sitting by side by side, next to a stack of magazines and across from the TV. I don't remember what we chatted about, but I do remember laughing together, and thinking about how loving a father he was. I can see why Liz adores him so much, and I also see his gentleness, generosity, and kindness in her.
Thank you, Dad, for giving the world so many gifts. We love you."
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