Don't know what happened but he was a superb family man, UA fan, and athlete.
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I'm sorry, Irish. I know. This is a hard time.Irish27 wrote:Just saw this. Watching the game is not bringing much joy right now. My prayers go out to his family.
I never thought about it enough, but I guess I just assumed all of us would expire at an extreme, and somewhat acrid old age while arguing with future generations of Cats fans, who as of now are yet to be born. Instead, it all got real really fast when one of our favorite people, and maybe the most alive of any of us, got taken away.97cats wrote:OMG this is the most awful thing i could hear this morning -- Bob was a tremendous person, father, and husband.
i shared several meals with him and even met his kids in Newport Beach for lunch with my family.
stunned and saddened doesnt even begin to cover my emotions.
This makes me feel a ton better. Thanks, B. I think I have some things to rethink.Reydituto wrote:Late Sunday night, in a sleepy haze, I came across a Facebook post from a relative of Bob Bennen, written in Spanish that was a bit too confusing for me to decipher. On the face of it, if you didn't know Spanish, it looked very innocent, just a picture of Bob and a couple guys having fun, smiling. There was a word that I kept running over in my mind, desapareciendo, a word I should have known immediately, but to no avail, as I drifted off to sleep with a vague, disquieting feeling that something was off.
I woke up to the worst of my fears Monday morning, and TBH, it's sent me for a bit of a loop.
Like several here, I got to know Bob first through the GOAZCATS Free Board, as we connected through our mutual love of travel, food, UA Sports, and The Gadsden Purchase (specifically the lands it covered). I had only met him "IRL" on two occasions in my time knowing him, but we had a ton of mutual friends from our overlapping days at UA as undergrads, and I had gone to high school with his wife and her family. He was one of those people who "never met a stranger", with an easy manner that belied a mischievous sense of humor. Due to our shared experiences, similar background, and common history, Bob was someone I immediately felt like I had known a long time already, and someone I was sure would be a friend for very long time, in spite of the slight detachment that characterizes many predominantly "online" friendships.
We exchanged recipes and restaurant recommendations, here and elsewhere. I envied his Facebook posts of the running, cycling and hiking he did throughout the beautiful and underrated Borderlands, as well as the backyard cookouts he enjoyed with his family, and the tequila tasting parties he had with friends that I could never have because none of my close friends even like tequila. He usually checked in when there was an El Clasico between Real Madrid (his team) and Barcelona (mine), or a big international soccer match in our orbit of interests - He followed Croatia, I Spain and Ireland, due to our respective ancestries. And of course, we rode the wave of UA Sports, commiserating on the antiquity of Arizona Stadium and the self-flagellation of attending games, while remembering moments of that vastly underrated 1994 Final Four team that we both lived through as students.
For the last decade we basically "threatened" to meet up for dinner at some point in the near future. I took for granted this would happen, eventually.
As if I needed another reminder that life is fleeting. Regret is too light a word.
And, that's just my personal sorrow, as someone on the outer layers of his social onion, who finds solace in knowing many friends and acquaintances in the same layers felt the same way. My heart breaks for his wife, his family, and those closest to him.
What I take from the example of his life is two-fold: One, that I need to take that risk (however small) and extend friendships with good people whenever I can, sooner than later, and Two, we all should elevate our pursuits of a life well-lived. Bob Bennen lived life well. He loved well, and was well loved. Should we all be so fortunate. I know my life was better for knowing him. Saludos compadre. Until we meet again.