Greetings,
Yesterday was a tough day for me. We've lost someone else, and, this time, it was someone who I held even closer to my heart, Robin Gibb. I'm almost at a loss for words. It's difficult to express just what an impact this man made on my life, but I'll do my best.
Like everyone my age, I grew up knowing who the Bee Gees were. Some of us liked that, while others probably did not. It wasn't until I reached the age of sixteen that I truly embraced how wonderful and even inspirational they were and actually still are. After learning all the ins and out, ups and downs of their lives and career, I also learned a valuable lesson from them. You can't really give up on your passion. Sure you can hit roadblocks and fall for them, but if you are meant to do something you will do it. Even if the whole world is against you, you will not quit. As an artist, of course there have been moments where I thought it would be easy to just stop, but there was always something about the Brothers Gibb that kept me going. Something that I may have mentioned before, but I should do it again, nonetheless. I think of any time in their lives that they could have stopped, and then I think of all that they did after that point. I never want to think that I have the potential to do something great, but I never get to it because I gave up.
Now, while I do love all of them, I held a special place in my heart for Robin, for a lot of reasons. Maybe it was his voice or the fact that he sang my favorite song, I Started a Joke. Not just my favorite Bee Gees song, but my favorite song period. I had distanced myself from him and my memories of the group since Maurice died, since that turned everything very bittersweet. But I still loved them and him, and this is quite devastating for me.
I remember clearly when Maurice died and that was difficult as well. Mostly because it was so sudden. I mean, it was like two days and he was gone. Too fast and shocking. With Robin, at least, we had some time to prepare, since he had been so sick for so long. You pray and hope for the best, but you always prepare. It doesn't make it that much easier though, and since it has been scarcely a day, I'm still dealing with the loss.
I suppose I can take comfort in the fact that, despite a falling out in the years since Maurice died, he and Barry had made amends and as far as I know they were on good terms. Sometimes God gives us time as a blessing. Of course, I regret that I never got to say thank you to him for all he did, but I hope that he knew. I'm sure he did. And, despite what anyone tries to tell me, I knew my prayers did not go unanswered. They never do.
Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer
