Acidman has passed on. I guess what really has me stunned here is that he just kept on going. No matter what. And he had a whole lot of what.
I often wondered how much he actually brought on himself and how much of it was just the hands he was dealt.
I didn’t “go there” too often for the drama was too overwhelming most times but he was always there.
He was just like my father.....and both stories ended about the same. Except that Rob died sober and for that I’m glad.
I have a photo of my dad riding around on a quad, looking happy. It’s not the best quality and I don’t even know where I got it but it’s my favorite.
Because he looks genuinely....happy. It’s rather silly and that makes me love it more.
I hope Rob’s friends and family have a similar snapshot of him.
I’ve been thinking allot about my dad the last few days so this is a little spooky for me right now.
I didn’t know you personally, Rob....and probably very few if any of you here even know who you are.
But I’m compelled.
Because I’m not Christian allot of people have asked me if I believe in a soul. Of course I do. I just believe it to be a bit more pragmatic than spiritual.
A soul lives on by the people one touches in life and gets passed on in memories, actions and words.
Rob obviously has a very big soul.
Say hi to my dad, Rob. You guys are going to get along famously.
SondraK, unapologetic Lympian Slayer 
