Although occasioned by Rob Bernardo's death, this is really about me. And by me I mean real.life.arne, not my evil twin soc.motss.arne. I've resisted writing a tribute, or memorial, or remembrance until now because we never met each other in person, and because we did nothing but argue with each other on the net and in email. Anything I might choose to write about him, I thought, would be self-serving, opportunistic. But I've been so depressed that I feel it necessary to write something. I know Rob would have hated this, but then I think he hated everything I ever wrote on soc.motss.
If Rob wasn't the very first -- and I think he was -- he was one of the first soc.motss regulars I recognized as an individual when I first started reading motss slightly over a year ago. I would be lying if I said that I read everything or even most of what he wrote, but that really doesn't matter. Rob quickly became part of my family. And I mean that literally.
Nothing I can think to say seems right, and I don't know where to go from here. Rob was soc.motss and I miss having him here more than I can say.
Arne
