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The Lewis Legacy-Issue 78, Autumn 1998

Jack, my Mentor, my Friend

At one of the concluding banquets at the Oxbridge conference, Doug Greshamread from a poem that he said he wrote around 25 years ago about the death
of C. S. Lewis. The interesting thing is that the poem includes what sounds
like a death scene between Gresham and Lewis, as if Gresham was at Lewis’s
bedside when he died. Of course, he wasn’t. It was Warren Lewis who found
his brother when he died at the Kilns.