Authenticity VII
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Authenticity VII
the previous part is here:
PART VI
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ity-vi-20.html
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PART VI
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ity-vi-20.html
Originally Posted by RobbyRobot 
Hello and welcome to PART VI of the Authenticity Series of Threads. The below links are going back from last recently posted to first posted.
PART V
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...nticity-v.html
PART IV
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ticity-iv.html
ROBBY'S THREAD II
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...thread-ii.html
PART III
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...icity-iii.html
PART II
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ticity-ii.html
PART I
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...henticity.html
ROBBY'S THREAD I
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ys-thread.html
PART V
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...nticity-v.html
PART IV
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ticity-iv.html
ROBBY'S THREAD II
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...thread-ii.html
PART III
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...icity-iii.html
PART II
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ticity-ii.html
PART I
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...henticity.html
ROBBY'S THREAD I
http://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/...ys-thread.html
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Location: South East England
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Thanks for the new thread Dee.
It's a year since my Dad started slipping away from us, so this seems particularly hard hitting for me. In death, he brought our family together. I now enjoy a relationship with my Mum I've never had before.
I want to shout about how unfair and indiscriminate this disease is, it has taken some very dear people close to me. And how to explain the sadness I feel about Rob to people in my real life? They cannot begin to understand the bond alcoholics in recovery have to each other, how important wise and caring words are to us when we are in the depths of our own alcoholic hell, how they reach us because they know how that hell feels too.
My dear Rob and Melissa,
May this time be peaceful and free from any pain or anxiety. My thoughts are with you both ❤️❤️❤️
It's a year since my Dad started slipping away from us, so this seems particularly hard hitting for me. In death, he brought our family together. I now enjoy a relationship with my Mum I've never had before.
I want to shout about how unfair and indiscriminate this disease is, it has taken some very dear people close to me. And how to explain the sadness I feel about Rob to people in my real life? They cannot begin to understand the bond alcoholics in recovery have to each other, how important wise and caring words are to us when we are in the depths of our own alcoholic hell, how they reach us because they know how that hell feels too.
My dear Rob and Melissa,
May this time be peaceful and free from any pain or anxiety. My thoughts are with you both ❤️❤️❤️
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A shot taken by a guy watching the Perseid shower with his kids - it shows the apparent trails of stars as our earth rotates. All the shooting stars / meteors are there, but very faint as it was taken over 2.5 hours.
Dear Robby, it is inconceivable that you will soon be part of all that - part of the star dust from which we each come. You have been our shooting star in this amazing community; I and uncounted numbers of people will miss hearing from you directly and engaging in hilarity, almost meditative debates, and extraordinary insights - the like of which are rare in the online world.
I have too much to say to you, too much to express without the help of the arts of poetry. Your presence is incalculable here, and will always remain with us. We will continue to write the book of living recovery. I most certainly intend to do so in my own small life, guided by and in honour of you and my sister.
You know that Melissa will not be entirely alone when you depart. Take heart from that, dear, dear man. May you be at peace, and be free from suffering. xx Victoria
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill-health.
There is no way to escape having ill-health.
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love
are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand.
- Buddha -
- Translation by Thich Nhat Hanh -
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill-health.
There is no way to escape having ill-health.
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love
are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand.
- Buddha -
- Translation by Thich Nhat Hanh -
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Jeni26, I couldn't agree with you more about this disease.
Sunday will be the first anniversary of my Son's death from cancer. I will never get over it. The sadness and despair are always with me. There are no words to describe the sense of helplessness you feel dealing with this.
I HATE CANCER! It is a horrible disease.
So I am finding this very hard hitting as well.
My heart breaks for Robbie and Melissa..
We just never know what life has in store for us.
Sunday will be the first anniversary of my Son's death from cancer. I will never get over it. The sadness and despair are always with me. There are no words to describe the sense of helplessness you feel dealing with this.
I HATE CANCER! It is a horrible disease.
So I am finding this very hard hitting as well.
My heart breaks for Robbie and Melissa..
We just never know what life has in store for us.
sending love & prayers Robby & Melissa Member
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(((Robby and Melissa)))
You have truly touched so many lives here... for me, first of all , with the wisdom and heart of your honest and helpful posts. Now with your courage and grace.
prayers for strength, comfort and peace for you both.
chic
You have truly touched so many lives here... for me, first of all , with the wisdom and heart of your honest and helpful posts. Now with your courage and grace.
prayers for strength, comfort and peace for you both.
chic
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Sending oodles of love your way this morning.
Thank you for unselfishly sharing your lives with us. I'm learning to savor and appreciate the beauty of each day, in part, because of you.
Praying you can feel the love being sent from all over the world.
Thank you for unselfishly sharing your lives with us. I'm learning to savor and appreciate the beauty of each day, in part, because of you.
Praying you can feel the love being sent from all over the world.
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Dear Robby and Melissa,
This describes my thoughts and feelings today in the context of all that we have learned about one-another and experienced together, both interpersonally and as a group, via SR. I think I'm not one who is afraid to allow the people who have influenced me deeply, to impact and imprint my thoughts, my heart, and my memories forever. I want to send an eternal thank you for all of it
Only Death by Pablo Neruda
"There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.
Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
I’m not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.
But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral."
This describes my thoughts and feelings today in the context of all that we have learned about one-another and experienced together, both interpersonally and as a group, via SR. I think I'm not one who is afraid to allow the people who have influenced me deeply, to impact and imprint my thoughts, my heart, and my memories forever. I want to send an eternal thank you for all of it
Only Death by Pablo Neruda
"There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.
Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
I’m not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.
But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral."
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"Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."
-Robert Burns
We lost our RobbyRobot this morning at 2:45.
Tomorrow I will fill in details.
Tonight I am quietly shattered.
❤️
Few heads with knowledge so inform'd;
If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."
-Robert Burns
We lost our RobbyRobot this morning at 2:45.
Tomorrow I will fill in details.
Tonight I am quietly shattered.
❤️
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Location: Ashburn, VA
Posts: 30,196
In honor of Robby:
Isaiah 57:1-2
"The righteous perish,
and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.
Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death."
Isaiah 57:1-2
"The righteous perish,
and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.
Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death."
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