Four Years

DaGoddess @ 01:00

Acerbic. Irascible. Belligerent. Funny. Adorable. All of that and more.

I can’t believe that crusty old cracker has been gone for four years. I still see him around. He shows up in the most unlikely places. I hear his laugh. His voice breaks through the din of the crowd in a smoke-filled bar. He sends crickets after me! His phone number is still programmed into my cellphone, dammit. He CAN’T be gone!

But he is. And I miss him very much.

I think he’d also get why I picked this tune.

These two are entirely for Rob, though.

I love you, man. I know the music where you are is beautiful because I’m pretty sure you’re leading the band.


  1. :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug:

    Some people can heal and tear our hearts irreparably apart. Sounds like Rob was one of those special human beings.

    Comment by Pam — 2010/06/26 @ 08:12

  2. Yep. :hug:

    I danced beneath a full moon AND partial eclipse in the middle of the desert…naked…in his honor. I couldn’t find a waterfall. (He’d get that)

    I finished my little tribute by having “our breakfast”

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/06/26 @ 09:23

  3. I’m sure he appreciated that! :thumbs:

    And yes, I believe that those who have gone before us are watching over and praying for us.

    Comment by Pam — 2010/06/26 @ 09:47

  4. I could have sworn I heard his laughter rolling across the desert early this morning. Really and truly.

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/06/26 @ 09:55

  5. Yeah. I don’t forget him, either. But knowing he’d achieved a kind of funny immortality would have pissed him off. Ah, well.

    Comment by Omnibus Driver — 2010/06/26 @ 11:24

  6. And, lest anybody doubt he reaches out from beyond, this was at the top of the “iBlog Shuffle” that is Gutrumbles today. That’s just freaky.

    Comment by Omnibus Driver — 2010/06/26 @ 11:27

  7. As I recall Rob was a zinfandel man. A deep, complex and pungent brew, my kind of plonk. No such variety here in NZ unfortunately, so its a single malt in my glass and “wasting away in margaritaville” on my guitar. Big love bro – save a space for me in valhalla! :toast: :toast:

    Comment by KPete — 2010/06/26 @ 23:47

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