He had a long, fantastic life. He influenced a lot of people. He will be missed.
As you may already know, the word about the blogosphere these last few days is that Forrest J. Ackerman is fighting pneumonia as well as congestive heart failure, and we don’t know how much longer he’ll be with us. Fans and friends (and armies of folks consider themselves both) are sending him cards, letters, and Facebook messages, thanking him for his unparalleled contributions to horror, SF, and fandom. And for those of you within traveling distance, Uncle Forry is also welcoming visits from anyone who cares to drop in at his home and pay their respects (details are in the article linked above).
My own experience with this legendary man is limited to a brief greeting in passing the last time World Con was in Boston, but he was very kind and helpful to my husband a few years back, when Andy corresponded with him by email while working on a project for a graduate school class in museum collections. The world, especially the geeky corner of the world that I live in, would be a much different and a much emptier place if it had never known him. And that’s the plain, unvarnished truth.