I'd love that. Preferably fall---I hear Albuquerque summers can be brutal!
Despite his perpetual crankiness, Bob (I think of him as Dys though) was a gentle spirit - independent and sometimes contrarian, but without any meanness in him. I miss him, but remember that, wherever he is, we're going there too.
His passing brings lots of conflicting things to you Diane. You have a right to some self-indulgence after caring so well for him. The grief mixed, as it always is, with the continuing struggles of life on your own, is likely a burden. You very clearly gave Dys a foundation that sustained him well. For that and for yourself, we are all grateful ... as, I'm sure, is Bob.
The hamsters think I'm sending spam, so they won't allow anymore pm's from me. I first got this message yesterday and thought that, by today, I would again be on their good side, but no luck.
Just want all of you who have pm'd me that I will get back to you as soon as possible.
Love to all,
September could work, and that bridge over the Rio Grande is truly a magnificent piece of art - and the perfect resting place for Bob.
I'd already promised Bob last week that I would come in September again ...
Sozobe, I had forgotten about Bob''s post.
Maybe we could have another Albuquerque gathering later on this summer or fall. Bob would have loved that.
If Albaquerque wasn't at such a high elevation, I'd find a way to get there. Phooey. You can't have a gathering at sea level? Diane, do you know how much I would love to see that punim of yours?
Oh Diane. So sorry. I find no words to express my sorrow.
My mom is going through the same thing as we lost our dad
recently. Between that and feeling the depth of the love
between you two these past years here on A2K, I am so saddened.
Your sweet love transcends everything. Even death. There are no boundries.
It is a great love when other people can feel the love you two share. There
is no "past tense" there as in "shared." Your love just is, and will
I will remember him each time I see a hummingbird or the beauty that is
given us in the flowers, mountains, and all that is that he enjoyed so much.
Take care of yourself, sweet lady.
The hamsters think I'm sending spam, so they won't allow anymore pm's from me.
If that were true, then all of us are spamming. I have hardly been able to post anything other than my memories of Bob.
This thread zoomed up to 90 in just a few days. I have never seen that before.
Wow. Just heard about this from a friend. I didn't really know dys all that well. But I loved his Vortex thread (fairly recent) and that comment he made about the woman in Reno in one of Art's threads. His mad sort of nihilistic humour was how I connected with him, and I'll definitely miss him because of that.
I hope you will relate some of his life's stories, Lady Diane. I imagine they were pretty extraordinary, and you must know more of them than anyone.
My deepest condolences to you.
In this Life we are compensated by the blessing of phenomena like the growth of flowers, summer showers, and the phenomenon of Bob and Diane. We are so blessed!
Despite his perpetual crankiness, Bob (I think of him as Dys though) was a gentle spirit - independent and sometimes contrarian, but without any meanness in him.
Come to think about it, I can't recall even a spot of meanness.
How touching to see Bob's* latest posts. They show how alert and deep he was even in his frail final moments. As late as May 23 he answered Letty as follows:
(Letty wrote: Who can I blame for Mountain Lake disappearing?)
"Fire! Fire on the mountain
Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat
You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat
But you're here alone, there's no one to compete
If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true'
* For the record he was not dyslexic.
Yep, Bob meant palindrome, J.L.
We both loved this poem
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
I'm so very sorry for your loss.
May he rest in peace.
ABQ in the summer is very different than NJ in the summer. As we all say (and it's true!), "It's not the heat, it's the humidity!" !00 degrees in NM is like 80 degrees on the East coast.
Alright, I'll take your word for it. If Albuquerque summers feel like 80-degrees in New Jersey, I'm up for a gathering there whatever the season.