June 26, 2008
Two years since Rob left
Wow....Hard to believe that it’s been 2 years already since Rob left.
Scary how the time passes so quickly. Depending on your own particular spiritual beliefs, you may think him already reincarnated as a small baby or toddler, (and probably already a precocious handful!), or sitting with St Peter, sipping blackberry wine and discussing the finer points of theology. For us, his spirit lives on in the legacy of his writing, and the memories.
One of the best reflections of Rob’s spirit can be found in his vivid descriptions of daily life and recollections from his past. Like a handful of precious stones pulled from his pocket, he’d carefully select a moment from his day or the memory of a past adventure and hold it up for us to see like a sparkling gem shining in the bright sunlight.
Whether he was describing the beauty of a mountain stream seen along some well worn path he hiked long ago, the "perfect silhouette" of a nekkid woman on a starlit beach wearing "nothing but a smile", the culinary attributes of the blue crab, a cherished memory from childhood, or a raging thunderstorm enjoyed from a lawn chair positioned in an open garage door, he made sure we could clearly see and feel what was in his mind as he posted.
Some of his best writing could be found in his artful descriptions of of those calm, quiet “places” we can all find in life. Thoughts, images, or moments frozen in time. In his careful narrative, he sought to share a part of his own joy and amazement at the simple beauty and peace of just "being", and experiencing the purest elements of life and nature, as in this post he wrote shortly after rising with the sun early one summer morning in 2003:
“I like where I live.
At 0600 every morning, I can hear the freight train let loose that mournful whistle as it roars down the tracks ten miles from here. I like that sound. It carries well in the early sunlight. Mist hangs in the air and you know that by noon it'll be another hot summer day, where sweat drips off your nose and always finds a way to burn your eyes. There's a good chance of rain this evening, because there ALWAYS IS when the weather is like this.”
Pure Rob, pure poetry. … just one side of a complicated, complex, sometimes tormented, but often times soaring spirit. Happy, sad, venting, or lamenting, he made us think, laugh, marvel, wonder, sympathize, disagree….but he let us share - some of his soul, his world, his thoughts. He approached what life could throw at him with a laugh, or a growl, and yeah, sometimes a raised middle finger.
Through it all he maintained his pride, sense of humor, and keen eye for life's crazy, ironic twists and turns. He carved a place in the hearts and memories of many, many, countless readers.
Thank you Rob, and may your spirit continue to find peace in that early morning, misty calm just after sunrise, with the sound of that mournful train whistle in the distance.
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