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By pmallory - Posted on 27 June 2013

25 June 2013

I will leave it to others to wax more poetic than I ever could about the unparalleled life and times of Harry Parker, now passed on to a higher plane.

I can only say that when I last saw him just two weeks ago at the alumni reunion dinner the night before the Harvard – Yale race, he was more magnificent than ever, a blaze of light as he held court for an hour. Hugs all around and nonstop laughter. Normally a man of few words, this night Harry's words would flow like like his beloved Charles River after a spring rain. The memories flooded back for his 1960s crews as they crowded around, delighting in every anecdote, knowing this would surely be the last time we would see this extraordinary man. After he finally left, small groups gathered, almost whispering, caught up in the moment. We were pinching ourselves, hardly believing our good fortune to have had our lives touched by Harry Parker, hardly believing that we had been privileged to have been present at this final public event at the end of a truly historic life. Leave it to Harry to conduct his own wake.

Harry is now young again, and I am confident that he and Joe Burk have already renewed their side-by-side training in singles.

Condolences to Kathy and Abigail. You have been so generous to share Harry with the world rowing family all these years.