Caroline has the sniffles and a low fever, so rather than leave her with a sitter, Kathleen and I are switching off in paying respects to the Greenbergers and their tragic loss. Kath is going to the funeral today and I was at the viewing yesterday.
The outpouring of support was uplifting to see. People from the comic industry from Paul Levitz to Joe Quesada; the staff of Comicmix; assorted Star Trek writers; and, of course, people from all walks of Robbie’s life were there. Robbie had kept a collection of rubber ducks in his car; the collection was situated in a basket near the door and visitors were invited to take one as a remembrance. Ariel got the last one. She’s never been to a viewing, and she held up remarkably well.
I’m sure that Bob, Deb and Kate were gratified for this outpouring of support. And of course the greatest tragedy is, considering all the lives that Robbie had the opportunity to touch in his short span; how many more would he have affected given the chance?
PAD
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That really stinks, PAD. I will say an extra prayer tonight. It does seem like the good die young. In those cases, I always remind myself that the loved one being taken away young is indeed a tragedy. But it would have been a far greater tragedy if they had never been born. So I just cherish the time I had with them as being even more precious.
I don’t know if thinking that way helps or not. I know it does for me.
My condolences.