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| Author | Sarnac in Hospital.... |
Baldric
Celtic Oar Puller
Posts: 9 Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 01:52 PM
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I've known for over a day now and I'm still without words. We were as blessed to have him with us as much as his family blessed his life. Rest well Sarnac and I hope Jo and Amber know that we all stand with you as best we can to help you through these times of pain.
You'll be missed Sarnac.
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The Project Squire of Earl Syr David Martin Failsworth | | |
Tyerrie
Templi Frère
Posts: 279Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 01:25 PM |
Dear God Bronnas. This is awesome. I will try to figure it out and sing it at Pennsic.
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La Compagnie d'Outremer
"The truest test of virtue is in what you decide to do when there is no one watching you." | | |
Asbjorn
Centurion
Posts: 444Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 12:57 PM |
I remember when Gundric passed a little over a year ago - I cried for days. I dont like not being the strong person in times of pain and loss - but I can assure you that I am not. When Gundric passed - I was his Man at Arms... and though I had several dinners at his table, I felt as though he was taken before I truly knew him well. I didnt open myself up to him. I hadnt opened myself up to the society.
It was the trip to the Gaelic League in the wake of Gundric's passing that things changed. It was then that I decided that life was too short. For those that were there - they know that Sarnac got it with both barrels. Blushing and laughing and generally being all the things that he is. (I say "is" rather than "was" because he doesnt cease to be, because enough of us remember him oh so well).
We had a strange yet enjoyable friendship. Constantly a battle of the punchline, trying to see who would get there first. We had our serious conversations... ones which I believe will effect me to the end of my path in the society. The trouble is: in opening myself up to him - I feel an even greater pain now. I have to love this pain now, as much as I love the man that I had the honor to know well enough to bring it to me... because though its not his intention to bring pain upon any of us - something good must come from the bad.
To the first Knight I met in the society when he was a "Prince from Ealdormere" (I had no idea what that meant at the time).
To the man who freaked out with apologies when he dented steel leg-plates into my leg and made me bleed.
To the man who explained to me how many "available chicks" I would meet at Pennsic, merrily ignoring the obvious.
To the man who tried to coax me into drawing more outrageous comics - always saying "you can just draw me saying that!"
To the man who talked to me about the red belt and what it meant - and why I shouldn't write it off.
To the man who would shout his "additional" lyrics to Wild Rover so loud, the guitarist would have to stop to say "what was that?!"
To the man who introduced me as his "Stalker"
To the man who fought me with such passion every time we played.
You're up there with Gundric in a great Irish Pub in the sky - drinking the best beer you've ever tasted and singing songs with your friends - just waiting, comfortably for the rest of us to get there.
We'll see you soon enough.
edited by: Asbjorn, Dec 05, 2006 - 03:59 PM
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Mathias
Celtic Oar Puller
Posts: 13Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 12:48 PM |
Thank goodness for your eloquence Michael.
I’ve been staring at this screen for 10 minutes, not able to form a coherent thought.
Farewell and safe journey Sarnac.
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MichealVonHeissenburg
Plebian
Posts: 19Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 12:41 PM |
I've been trying for a while now to put to words exactly what Sarnac was to me.
Words! There's nothing I can say more here that will begin to touch apon the man, Robbert Holly. There's nothing that can fill the void of my friends laughter, his upbeat and passionate personality, and his feverish compassion to all others whom knew him and those that didn't. Words only touch apon the love that Bobby gave to those around them. Love that beyond just freely given. He personified the emotion. My friend Bobby, was a man that wore his heart on his sleeve and had no qualms about showing it. He loved life, loved laughter and most of all he loved his family and friends.
My mentor, my friend, my brother. Each of these things are only facets to what the Man, Robert Holly was to me. Yes, he was a man of many talents and many virtues. A Man that I did look up too for how he lived his life and the things with in it that he personified with in his life. He showed me just what it means to be rich with out money, he was able to show me how it was good to be humble, but most of all he showed me how it is to be a loving and caring man yet strong and virtueous. As a friend Bobby was the type of Friend that if you needed an ear, or some advice or just needed to have someone to hang out with he would drop everything ( except for when it came to his wife and daughter) to help. He was in all intense and purposes the type of friend that no matter what was going on you could count on him if needed. And I love Bobby for that. Now as a Brother, I can only say that this comes directly from the heart, it's a feeling of love that doesn't feel completely correct by saying Friend. It is something that goes deeper then this. It's only expressed correctly when someone talkes about Family that they care about deeply and know that they can't change the fact that family is and will always be just that Family. Well Bobby to me was Family, Jo and Amber as well. When they say blood is thicker then water, he was that thickness to me and many members of this Household Leonthas.
Bobby if I could say anything too you right now and have it mean anything more then what I've said, it would be only that your everything that one friend could ask for in another friend. Brother, I'm going to miss you something horrible. And the place in my heart will never be quit full with your passing.
Your Squire Micheal
edited by: MichealVonHeissenburg, Dec 05, 2006 - 01:11 PM | | |
MacPherson
Legionnaire
Posts: 90Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 12:38 PM |
I knew him well enough to be able to joke around with him. Shoot the bull and talk about things such as fighting, and chivalry and the little things that make us who are.
I never felt comfortable calling him by his mundane name.
I don't think I'll ever be able to.
He taught me how to keep my guard up, how to fight an A-frame style with a round shield. He taught me that big guys like us, we didn't have to be just lumbering hulks. We could be fast and we could be nimble. I didn't have to buy the stereotype that big men were relegated to roles as tanks. He didn't realize he taught me that, but he did. I learned that by watching him. I never said thank you for that lesson, or get the chance to ever tell him what he taught me. He knows now, though.
I will be sad, thoughts and concern on my mind and heart for Amber and Jolecia. I will not grieve though, I will not mourn. I will carry on as he would've wanted me to and consider myself lucky and fortunate to say that I knew him and shared some of his time here. All I can do is remember, and smile, and look sadly to the times ahead that will be emptier and somehow less bright without him here. I will remember him as I knew him:
A Count whose stories and songs will follow long after these words are forgotten.
A Knight that was the very picture of chivalry and knighthood.
A Man whose kindess and size were not mutually exclusive. (He was never large in the overweight sense to me as much as he reminded me as someone who might compete in one of those World's Strongest Men competitions. I could envision him bench pressing Buicks.) He might laugh that I think of him as a wrecking ball of generosity. The last dime in his pocket, with no questions asked, would be yours. He'd go shirtless that you might be clothed. His belly would go half full so that yours would not be empty. More importantly than that, he was one of the most loving, caring, and devoted family men I've had the pleausre to know. They were everything to him and should all be taken away, as long as they were by his side he'd be fine.
And that's how I will remember Sarnac.
And that's all.
ps: After reading what Jolecia has posted, I have decided that after today I will not spend one minute in front of the computer on Tuesdays. These days I will dedicate to persuing the arts and sciences in the early part of the day, or excersizing, and in the evening attending my local canton meeting or coming up to Detroit to fight. I will no longer insult those who have taken the time to teach me something in fighting or an art or science by letting their knowledge be dormant in me. This will by my gesture to remembering this great man, one whom I am lucky enough to call my friend. | | |
Lynx
Posts: 2Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 12:12 PM |
I am still in shock over this as I'm sure so many others are, I remember his first Pennsic like it was yesterday, and when he became king I remember thinking how amazing it was to see a swampie on the throne. Sarnac you will be missed.
Jo if there is anything you need that I or anyone in Northern Lynx can help you with please let me or Pony know, our thoughts are with you and your family.
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ConradVandenBosch
Celtic Oar Puller
Posts: 13Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 11:52 AM |
I am to shocked for words even.
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Nezkha
Celtic Oar Puller
Posts: 8Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 11:50 AM |
HUGS for Joleicia and Amber. Love, Nezkha
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TSivia
Plebian
Posts: 17Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 11:30 AM |
Rain on a Sunny Day
-- Baroness TSivia bas Tamara v’Amberview, O.L.
My face is wet – the rains pour down
Slow and steadily.
My head bows down but I can’t shake it off,
The rains pour down.
Sunny day – how can this be?
On a cold crisp day.
Still my eyes are blinded by the blueness,
How can this be?
My face is wet – how can this be?
Slow and steadily on a cold crisp day.
My head bows down, still my eyes are blinded.
The rains pour down.
My head bows down, my face is wet.
I can’t shake it off. How can this be
On a cold, crisp day the rains pour down
Slowly and steadily.
My friend has died on a cold crisp day.
Still my eyes are blinded, my face is wet.
I can’t shake it off, the rains pour down.
My face is wet, my tears pour like rain.
How can this be?
I am blinded by the blueness of grief.
5 December 2006 - On the loss of Sarnac (Bob Holley)
Copyright S. T. Rabinovitch
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LordWilliamCampbell
Posts: 3Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 11:18 AM |
I didnt know Sarnac as well as some others but he touched my life more then i would have expected, with his jovial laugh and great sense of humor. Jo + Amber my heart is with you on this one as i have lost people close to me before and i know how hard it is. You will perserver and know that you have a huge loving family that will always be there for you.
Regards,
Lord William Campbell | | |
Kellen
Celtic Oar Puller
Posts: 10Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 11:07 AM |
I am still in shock over this, he was a man who was so much larger than life, full of energy and life and to hear of him gone just doesnt seem possible. I am honoured that he saw something in me that he thought was worth nurturing and allowed me to be part of his family as his squire. I dont know of a man I respect more then him, everything about him was what I expected from a knight, his prowess his grace and his vigor for all things I saw him do. My largest regret right now is that I did not meet him sooner, for in the short time I have known him I have learned so much and I know there was so much more he had to teach. I am grateful I got to walk with him as long as I did and I will miss him. | | |
Brannos
Dux Draconis Magnus
Posts: 5096Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 11:04 AM |
Thanks goes out to Mistress Marian for a wonderfull song I must have listened to 10 times now. A link will be added to the memorial page when it goes up.
Mistress Marian of Heatherdale, has posted a full MP3 of a song
she wrote inspired in part by the deeds and reigns of Count Sarnac.
http://heatherdale.com/
-- direct mp3 link:
http://heatherdale.com/mp3/HeatherDale-IFollowMyKing.mp3
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TimberLou
Posts: 1Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 10:56 AM |
I'm really at a loss for words. I will never forget Sarnac's first war/first event. He was only supposed to be there for a few days... and ended up staying for the whole two weeks ... to the point of his parents putting out a missing person's report on him! He was like a kid in a candy store! Oh the stories... Between Timberwolfe and Vlad's and beyond....
He was a quality person. A great friend. A Brother. I miss him dearly.
My heart goes out to Jo, Amber, and to all of his family
Bobby... I'll always have that bottle of Jager' waiting for ya. Peace... | | |
TSivia
Plebian
Posts: 17Posted:
Dec 05, 2006 - 10:56 AM |
Thanks for that Ilsebet.
I made contact with Halfdan today and he hasn't picked up his pipes in over 2 years (AWK!). He offers his sincere condolences to the family but says he isn't up to the task.
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