Long ago I asked a question that was similar to so many others we've seen. Who is this Heather and is her e-juice any good? Don't know why but it seemed there were lots of others who also wanted to know or already knew because they all showed up and fast. Looked like we had ourselves a little HHV community going...albeit male dominated. Thinking a touch of female grace is always a good thing I kept my eye out for just the person. Not long after, GT and I were poking around ECF and came upon a Vivi Nova thread. And there she was...a lost, clueless, but yearning vaping soul. Just like us. Our Robin.
Kind of thought it would be really nice if we could get Robin to join us on our new thread. So GT and I put on our charm offensive...the usual stupid, juvenile humor that surely made people laugh at us instead of with us. But, being stupid men, we didn't know. Robin had to know. But being who she was I'm sure she saw our hearts more than our stupid humor. I asked her to join us on HHV. Good grief Bronze! You're not asking her on a date! But I really wanted her to join us because I knew everyone would like her. I didn't want her to say no. And she didn't. This became her home. Robin was ours.
And we were hers.
Robin had a special talent for knocking things over and breaking them. She reminded me of my beloved mother who would bump into a picture hanging on the wall. She'd go to straighten it and make it worse. Robin trusted me to fix her Provari because she knew I was pretty handy with stuff. It arrived and when I opened the package and looked at it I thought to myself, "How in the hell did this broad do this!?" It was a mess. I couldn't describe what she had done to her Provari. I just knew I couldn't fix it. Turns out ProVape couldn't either. They just replaced the business end of it and called it done. She felt horrible because Rick let her splurge on that Provari. I suspect Rick knew that thing would have to get surgery a time or two. I mean, he was married to her.
A little over a year ago we lost another HHV Army member, our fourth in our short existence. It hurts. I texted Robin to let her know Chris had suddenly passed away. She was standing at a pharmacy counter at the time. She hurried home and called me. We talked for 2-1/2 hours. I never talk to anyone for 2-1/2 hours. I can't even think for 2-1/2 hours let alone talk. We talked about Chris and talked about her health and just about every other topic you can think of. Like Ret said, Robin could make you feel like you've known her your entire life. I remember repeating several times over that she doesn't have anything to worry about. People survive colon cancer all the time and especially when they find it early enough. She believed it too.
I clench my fists and scream at God, "Why, why, why would you take this sweet lady?! Damn you!! What did she ever do to anyone? Why? Tell me why? Please, I have to know." There are no answers. Just the low pitch hum of feeling alone and not knowing to be sad or angry as I stare at things that reflect in my eyes but go no further. I wait to wake up. But I'm not sleeping. Our Robin is gone but I cannot accept it. Not this lady. Not now. She has given so much and has so much more to give. Damn you, God!! I will need forgiving.
I sit here with the hum slowly coursing through my head sulking and feeling sorry for myself. I can only imagine the pain Rick must feel. The silence he faces in the house he and Robin built together. I can't offer any advice. Rick is his own man. But perhaps I can offer some hope because it's how I think of my hero, angel, and guiding light...my mother, who passed away 17 years and 2 days before Robin. I kept talking to her after she passed. Day after day. Then one day I heard her answer. Not really, but only because I knew her so well I knew what she would say. She told me she loved me and I would do her proud to live the rest of my life as happy as I could. From that point forward, the tears subsided. The incessant image of her lying in pain faded and was replaced with her beautiful face….laughing, smiling, and being happy. Grieve Rick. Grieve as long as you need. But one day when you're ready, talk to Ms. Robin. Ask her to speak to you. You will know what she would say because she already said it. And we all know Robin. It will be something good.
"Hi there people. Bronze thanks for the invite
"
---October 4, 2012
No Robin. Thank you!
Your light forever shines in our lives.
Kind of thought it would be really nice if we could get Robin to join us on our new thread. So GT and I put on our charm offensive...the usual stupid, juvenile humor that surely made people laugh at us instead of with us. But, being stupid men, we didn't know. Robin had to know. But being who she was I'm sure she saw our hearts more than our stupid humor. I asked her to join us on HHV. Good grief Bronze! You're not asking her on a date! But I really wanted her to join us because I knew everyone would like her. I didn't want her to say no. And she didn't. This became her home. Robin was ours.
And we were hers.
Robin had a special talent for knocking things over and breaking them. She reminded me of my beloved mother who would bump into a picture hanging on the wall. She'd go to straighten it and make it worse. Robin trusted me to fix her Provari because she knew I was pretty handy with stuff. It arrived and when I opened the package and looked at it I thought to myself, "How in the hell did this broad do this!?" It was a mess. I couldn't describe what she had done to her Provari. I just knew I couldn't fix it. Turns out ProVape couldn't either. They just replaced the business end of it and called it done. She felt horrible because Rick let her splurge on that Provari. I suspect Rick knew that thing would have to get surgery a time or two. I mean, he was married to her.
A little over a year ago we lost another HHV Army member, our fourth in our short existence. It hurts. I texted Robin to let her know Chris had suddenly passed away. She was standing at a pharmacy counter at the time. She hurried home and called me. We talked for 2-1/2 hours. I never talk to anyone for 2-1/2 hours. I can't even think for 2-1/2 hours let alone talk. We talked about Chris and talked about her health and just about every other topic you can think of. Like Ret said, Robin could make you feel like you've known her your entire life. I remember repeating several times over that she doesn't have anything to worry about. People survive colon cancer all the time and especially when they find it early enough. She believed it too.
I clench my fists and scream at God, "Why, why, why would you take this sweet lady?! Damn you!! What did she ever do to anyone? Why? Tell me why? Please, I have to know." There are no answers. Just the low pitch hum of feeling alone and not knowing to be sad or angry as I stare at things that reflect in my eyes but go no further. I wait to wake up. But I'm not sleeping. Our Robin is gone but I cannot accept it. Not this lady. Not now. She has given so much and has so much more to give. Damn you, God!! I will need forgiving.
I sit here with the hum slowly coursing through my head sulking and feeling sorry for myself. I can only imagine the pain Rick must feel. The silence he faces in the house he and Robin built together. I can't offer any advice. Rick is his own man. But perhaps I can offer some hope because it's how I think of my hero, angel, and guiding light...my mother, who passed away 17 years and 2 days before Robin. I kept talking to her after she passed. Day after day. Then one day I heard her answer. Not really, but only because I knew her so well I knew what she would say. She told me she loved me and I would do her proud to live the rest of my life as happy as I could. From that point forward, the tears subsided. The incessant image of her lying in pain faded and was replaced with her beautiful face….laughing, smiling, and being happy. Grieve Rick. Grieve as long as you need. But one day when you're ready, talk to Ms. Robin. Ask her to speak to you. You will know what she would say because she already said it. And we all know Robin. It will be something good.
"Hi there people. Bronze thanks for the invite
"---October 4, 2012
No Robin. Thank you!
Your light forever shines in our lives.
Rest in peace,Robin
