How many times had I stumbled across a thread only to find Bob's signature clarity washing right through it. I sometimes came to feel aggrieved, that here I was picking up the pieces of a discussion that Bob had remedied in just a handful of replies. The penny having landed Bob had moved on. There I was, left alone and without friends, sticking my hand in the air telling everyone I knew the answer only to find that Bob had found the answer, polished it up, mailed it on, and was sat smoking a large cuban.
I only ever went into chat once. Bob from ''Brighton'' popped in. We spoke briefly. He was testing the waters, finding his way around. I was a relative veteran, a status assumed by all those in welcoming a new member.
After all these years I still remember that briefest of conversations. I am minded to believe that the impression he made upon me was beyond the sum of parts. Perhaps that was Bob, so much more than what you might think or hear, or read. Afterall how could I miss someone that I never really knew. But miss him I do. And miss him I will.
Perhaps in time I will come to read some of his old posts. In some sense he hasn't left us, he will always be here.
But for now I will remember beyond all else the kind soul that he is.
Phoenix Rising will never be the same.