RIP Bob Arihood
I am saddened tonight to find that an old Blogging friend has passed away. I never met Bob Arihood in person. He merely stumbled across my blog several years ago, and decided to leave a comment for me to tell me he enjoyed my photos, and my writing. When I viewed his posts, I was awed by his talent, and eye for capturing human emotion. It was a great compliment to me that someone with such talent would enjoy my artwork and photography. We had exchanged email addresses, and began corresponding. Our conversations were enjoyable and thought provoking. Bob was one of the most kind hearted people I have ever met, even though it was only over the internet. His goals were to bring light to the problems facing the homeless who reside in Tomkins Square Park in New York City. His posts brought those residents to life for me, a continent away. He made me care about the people, their antics, and their lives, and he brought the plight of the homeless everywhere, into sharp focus. There was a time, I thought it would be great to just travel to New York to meet Bob in person, and meet the people he cared so much about. He did not see filth, he saw human beings trying their best to live their lives with as much dignity as they could muster.
But as life moved on, we regrettably lost touch. I dropped my artwork, and photography, and instead, focused on my career. For several years I lost track of time, and recently I woke up one morning and thought, "I don't do that anymore". "Why don't I do that anymore?". "What became so important in life, that I sacrificed myself to it?".
I began drawing again. It's a start right? I painted a few things. Started regaining that confidence. Tonight I decided I was going to begin writing again. I decided I was going to begin sharing my photographs and artwork with the world again. I logged back on to my old posting site, amazed that it still existed. After my first post in five years, I decided to see what my old blogging buddy was up to, and possibly get back in touch. I missed those thoughtful conversations we had.
But I'm too late. He is gone. His page is now a memorial. Bob taught me one final lesson. Don't wait until it's too late. You may not get another chance. Rest in Peace Bob. I hope you found the peace you were searching for all those years.
But as life moved on, we regrettably lost touch. I dropped my artwork, and photography, and instead, focused on my career. For several years I lost track of time, and recently I woke up one morning and thought, "I don't do that anymore". "Why don't I do that anymore?". "What became so important in life, that I sacrificed myself to it?".
I began drawing again. It's a start right? I painted a few things. Started regaining that confidence. Tonight I decided I was going to begin writing again. I decided I was going to begin sharing my photographs and artwork with the world again. I logged back on to my old posting site, amazed that it still existed. After my first post in five years, I decided to see what my old blogging buddy was up to, and possibly get back in touch. I missed those thoughtful conversations we had.
But I'm too late. He is gone. His page is now a memorial. Bob taught me one final lesson. Don't wait until it's too late. You may not get another chance. Rest in Peace Bob. I hope you found the peace you were searching for all those years.
posted by cowtownchick at 10:57 PM
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This is my first post in a couple of years actually, I've not been actively publishing anything in quite some time. I guess life has gotten away from me, but I am going to try to start up again if I can keep my focus. For now though, I guess my first topic in this new era will be my new niece, simply because babies are always a great subject.