Loss & Legacy

Deacon Rodda
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper
Master Lary Leeper

Ten-thousand beautiful secrets died
with Master Leeper last night,

Precious few of them committed to the okuden, by his wishes,

To be pulled out and faithfully retold when the stones have all been tucked into their bowls and the keikogi are folded.

Miriam, Master Lary Leeper’s wife of forty-four years, died only a matter of weeks before. She was a mother to many of us. She facilitated so much of Master Leeper’s greatness. She never played chess or go, but she learned to fight. She studied karate and helped bridge the difficult gap for other women to do so as well. She would go out to the brickyard with Lary and other students and, much to Lary’s pride, she learned to shatter bricks. She had arms like pythons, Miriam. But Lary was most proud of her breath control. She was a very small woman and strong, so strong. She never billed herself as a martial artist. While Lary and I taught a women’s self-defense class, after hours in the conference room of the Colorado Immigrant Rights Campaign headquarters, Miriam would supervise. She would sit in the back, knit, contribute loving harassments and modest criticisms, and nag Lary about overexerting himself. And she would sometimes take the women and girls aside and counsel them. I don’t know what her conversations with women were like, only the effect they had. Miriam was a grounding and therapeutic influence on everyone who knew her.

Miriam had always led a disciplined and sheltered life. She was precious to so many, and so her experiences were limited by both the protections of others and her own passionate modesty and faithfulness. Still, she looked down on no one. She showed empathy, concern, and single-minded attention to the lives and interests of every person she came across. She never condoned reckless living, vices, or low standards. Yet, she always showed empathy for the troubles that people were in, regardless of how they got there.

Miriam knew the names and circumstances of every person in her life — even on the periphery. Many times, Miriam would order food and proceed to ask servers about the wellbeing of their coworkers. She would get people talking about their lives, and giggle with absolute strangers turned friends in a matter of moments. She knew every pharmacist and dialysis technician who ever served Lary in his twenty years of slow decline. She knew the phone numbers and addresses of clients, the birthdays and anniversaries of distant relatives. And she kept us all honest. We knew that whatever was said in the presence of Miriam Leeper had been committed to an unquestionable record.

As much as it pained us all to see her go, it was clear that Lary had held on so long because he couldn’t stand the thought of Miriam being alone. Had he needed to, he would have lived another century in mortal agony just to look after Miriam. After Miriam died, Lary had little left except for the accumulated pains of a life lived with intensity, courage, and an excess of curiosity. He said repeatedly, in his last days, that he had a duty to Miriam to do certain things. He had to pay his final respects. And, just as Miriam would have wanted, as Miriam would have done, his final respects were only partially about Miriam. Much of what needed to be done had to do with the very work of Miriam’s life. Lary brought together friends and family, and he spoke well of people who were estranged. He did not speak of forgiveness. To speak of forgiveness calls up the grievances and disintegrations preceding the forgiveness — a risk I understand that I am taking because I believe the virtue of the decision is worth commending and submitting for consideration and emulation. Lary only spoke of the love and bonds between people concerning which the forgiveness was left implied — only to those who knew. Before a gathering of scattered families, Master Leeper committed a few final acts of grace, diligence, and integration.

And then he went away and died that night, alone in the peace at the end of a life bravely lived.

In the last years of his life, Master Leeper didn’t have explicit students. He called us all his friends. Despite being a fifth dan of the Kaju Ryu, and receiving an imperial stipend to travel Japan and teach, despite having a dizzyingly high chess ranking, despite not beginning to play go until well after moving back from Japan and still quickly achieving the rank of third dan, despite deducing the cutting pattern of famous gems whose methods had been kept secret and producing replicas that initiated controversies in that small and exclusive world, despite being able to clear a pool table following any break and emulating virtually any trick shot he was shown, despite teaching himself sitar, carpentry, laser science, satellite technology, and other skills, only to tinker, build a few novel gadgets, and move on, despite these things and more Lary never spoke of himself as having any special skills or attainment. He never cared for the accolades, the titles, or the rankings. Those things just happened. They were all side effects of his interest in seeing what was just past the horizon of what he could do.

I remember the day that Bobby Fischer died. Chess players came out of the woodwork from all over, instinctively converging on the neighborhood coffee shop where all good chess players know that the best players in Denver could be found. A procession of excellent players waited their turns to offer condolences to Lary on the loss of a valued colleague. And Lary told stories of intimate talks with Fischer and the intensity of Kasparov’s manner, stories that won’t be found in print, stories which color one slim facet of the Cold War not often considered. He replayed games from tournaments decades passed and shared his analysis of positions and strategies he’d learned from notorious and beloved players the world over.

Taken from a documentary still in production, Lary leaves us with some important words:

What is Important

Near Death Experiences

Martial Arts

I have never known anyone who was a certified master of as many disciplines as Master Leeper. He never wrote. But he was full of wisdom. He did teach broadly. But he never established a school or a particular pedagogy. Master Leeper played. All his life, he was just playing. He played hard. Frighteningly hard at times. But it was always play. The only artifacts of his tireless and masterful play are a few works of carpentry, a painting or two, and a black belt so exhausted it could pass for a stretched out bar mop. As such, his legacy is entirely distributed into the lives of others. It is a duty now. Something we have to carry. It is something that we, those who experienced it directly, have an obligation to do something of value with.

Because the playful dance with masterful disciplines is sorrowfully absent from so much of the contemporary world.

Moreso, as of last night.

cheers.

Matt Murray

February 19, 2025

What a well written memorial!

I would like to know how you and other people know Lary and are related? I studied GO with him for years. He helped me reach a strong low Kyu level. I would like to share some of the things that Lary taught me about GO but should be easily applied to life as well:

  • Breath comes before the fall
  • Pause and take an inventory of the situation
  • Don't put yourself in a mindset where you're going to lose control
  • Perspective will help determine control
  • When playing an unreasonable player, don't get caught up in their drama
  • When you are attached to being in control you need to let go of that way of thinking in order to enjoy freedom and peace

Lary had a way of teaching that was unique. I remember once he said that we should play with opposite handicap so that he had all the handicap stones and I had to play against him. Soon I realized how easy it was for him to win by playing more simply than I was. Another time he had me playing multiple games against him and another player (better than me) at the same time. One thing I remember is that he said that I needed to prepare moves better. You can not strike with a punch very well if your hand is already extended. You must pull back first to prepare for the attack. Some of his other stories I enjoyed included him teaching Koga to police units. He would sometimes have to prove himself by inflicting pain on the toughest guy there in order to get the respect he needed to teach the class. He said he sometimes had to get pretty tough before people would start listening to him. I guess he looked small and they didn't believe that he was going to teach them much at first. He did mention that he didn't need to do this while teaching special forces. I enjoyed some of his other stories as well. He mentioned that when he was young and his father was a pilot they would fly around the mountains. He had a geiger counter and together they looked for radiation emitting from rocks to sell to the government. Just imagine landing in the mountains and looking for rocks. I had heard from him that he was a talented Gem cutter and that some of his were on display somewhere. If anyone knows more about this or can share about it, I would be interested. I would also be interested in seeing some of his leather work. I know he practiced artwork in leather work as well. I'm sure there a lots of other stories he mentioned to me but can't think of right now. The more we hear from others, the better we can paint his picture... Thanks

Daniel

January 30, 2025

I only met Larry once, he gave me two stones at the Columbine library while I was visiting for a game of go. I was unsuspecting of his strength and his play was modest and then without warning sharp beyond belief. He had a kindness to both his game and his teaching style and I know he will be missed by many. I’ll play a game in your honor.

Aunt Mona

January 23, 2025

What a beautiful tribute to friends. They must have been very special and that comes through in this testimony of your friendship. Truly sorry for your loss. There is a very special admiration and love expressed in this article. So glad I read it. I will hold me loved ones a bit closer.

Joyous_1225

January 23, 2025

Thank you so much for sharing about the profound lives of Miriam and Lary Leeper. This was so inspiring and heartwarming to read. I send my deepest condolences to all who are impacted by this loss.

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