Maybe I Didn't Want to Hear It...

...so I hung up the phone when Rincon Co. dispatch said, "They're there."
I fought the urge to call for HOURS, but in the end, couldn't stand it anymore.

"TO HELL WITH IT. LET HIM GET MAD."

I silently prayed that they would find him alive, and he'd call me, all pissy and cranky, like a wet rooster.

But, that was not to be.

My friend Rob is dead. I read those words, and I just can't believe it. I can't wrap my mind around the idea that he's just...gone.

So many thought they "knew" Rob. WRONG. They knew "Acidman". Big difference.

I loved Rob. He was my friend, and all of our phone conversations ended with, "I love you", (not romantical-like...geesh! Some people!), "I love you too", even if he'd pissed me off. Crusty Cracker.
In my heart, I know that he KNEW I cared about him. Small comfort.

Thanks for calling me, LL. It was easier hearing it from you.

Thank you, Dana for contacting me, and understanding how this news would affect me. I appreciate it.

"They" say that denial is the first step.
I didn't want to hear it, "Yes, he's dead.", because hearing it would make it REAL.

Godspeed, Rob. You will be so missed.