It is with a heavy heart that I have some news in regards to my father (Alan's) situation.
My father, Alan D. Barbour, passed away this morning Feb. 2nd 2026 at roughly 5AM PST. He was surrounded and held by those close to him as he took his final breaths and was driven off into the early morning fog.
Thank you for being his friends and having him in your thoughts. I wished to get a photo of him while he was healthier while holding the teddy bear that was given to him, but unfortunately his health took a dramatic turn on Christmas and we never got around to it. He had it next to him at the head of the bed during his last few weeks.
I hope this photo from a few years ago when he was still happy and healthy will suffice to remember him by. It was taken in 2023 when he and I went lavender picking to give as a gift for my mother, Miyoko.
He was a very scholarly man, who loved to read books and keep tabs on the news. He was a loving and caring Husband and Father who took pride in providing and keeping his family happy. His voice of reason, humor, and love will be greatly missed in this now much too quiet and empty house. (maybe we'll even miss a bit of his loud snoring. lol)
if you wish to know more details or have stories to share, please feel free to contact me at this e-mail.
So sad to not have Alan among us anymore. He so kindly popped by this past week, and I'm grateful that he did. Here's what I wrote to Naomi:
Ohhh, Naomi,
My heartfelt condolences to you and Miyoko and all who loved Alan. He was ever such a bright light on the Howard Dean blog, posting numerous interesting links for our perusal, offering intelligent and witty responses and ideas, and being always so kind to us all. Alan even sent me some calligraphy pens and ink some years ago, with very interesting information about the proper way to hold such a pen. He also sent me bits of news by email from time to time, that he wasn’t sharing on the blog.
He will be sorely missed in our little community. We will miss the yearly round of happenings in Fresno, such as the drying of the grapes to make raisins. He will ever be remembered and honoured among us!
When our son, Shiloh, died last June (in a helicopter crash while doing conservation science work in Alaska), one of his colleagues told us that, scientifically speaking, energy cannot be created or destroyed. So, though we are changed, our energy, our spirit, lives on.
I will post your message and photo to the group today. Thank you so much for letting us know. It warmed my heart to hear about the teddy bear! Gentlenesses 🧸
Anonymous1/24/2026 04:13:00 AM EGAD!! I haven't visited/participated here since Jan, 8th! Alan Flat on my back in bed. Hard to say if I am getting better or not. Far better care than in the hospital, though. We have had a very little rain and some overcast. Very hard to type or wrlte becaue of right hand tremor.Expect I will be moving along in time; wish it were be after my good wife, but it will probably be the other way around.
From Alan's daughter, Naomi:
ReplyDeleteTo my Father's Internet Friends and Family:
It is with a heavy heart that I have some news in regards to my father (Alan's) situation.
My father, Alan D. Barbour, passed away this morning Feb. 2nd 2026 at roughly 5AM PST. He was surrounded and held by those close to him as he took his final breaths and was driven off into the early morning fog.
Thank you for being his friends and having him in your thoughts. I wished to get a photo of him while he was healthier while holding the teddy bear that was given to him, but unfortunately his health took a dramatic turn on Christmas and we never got around to it. He had it next to him at the head of the bed during his last few weeks.
I hope this photo from a few years ago when he was still happy and healthy will suffice to remember him by. It was taken in 2023 when he and I went lavender picking to give as a gift for my mother, Miyoko.
He was a very scholarly man, who loved to read books and keep tabs on the news. He was a loving and caring Husband and Father who took pride in providing and keeping his family happy. His voice of reason, humor, and love will be greatly missed in this now much too quiet and empty house. (maybe we'll even miss a bit of his loud snoring. lol)
if you wish to know more details or have stories to share, please feel free to contact me at this e-mail.
thank you again for having him in your hearts.
Sincerely,
Naomi Barbour
So sad to not have Alan among us anymore. He so kindly popped by this past week, and I'm grateful that he did. Here's what I wrote to Naomi:
DeleteOhhh, Naomi,
My heartfelt condolences to you and Miyoko and all who loved Alan. He was ever such a bright light on the Howard Dean blog, posting numerous interesting links for our perusal, offering intelligent and witty responses and ideas, and being always so kind to us all. Alan even sent me some calligraphy pens and ink some years ago, with very interesting information about the proper way to hold such a pen. He also sent me bits of news by email from time to time, that he wasn’t sharing on the blog.
He will be sorely missed in our little community. We will miss the yearly round of happenings in Fresno, such as the drying of the grapes to make raisins. He will ever be remembered and honoured among us!
When our son, Shiloh, died last June (in a helicopter crash while doing conservation science work in Alaska), one of his colleagues told us that, scientifically speaking, energy cannot be created or destroyed. So, though we are changed, our energy, our spirit, lives on.
I will post your message and photo to the group today. Thank you so much for letting us know.
It warmed my heart to hear about the teddy bear!
Gentlenesses 🧸
I went looking and found Alan's last post to us:
DeleteAnonymous1/24/2026 04:13:00 AM
EGAD!! I haven't visited/participated here since Jan, 8th!
Alan
Flat on my back in bed. Hard to say if I am getting better or not. Far better care than in the hospital, though. We have had a very little rain and some overcast. Very hard to type or wrlte becaue of right hand tremor.Expect I will be moving along in time; wish it were be after my good wife, but it will probably be the other way around.