- Death & Loss of Life
There should be a rule in the virtual world.
Hear ye, all who enter here – leave your emotions behind.
That’s what should be the dividing line between the real world and cyberspace.
Everything, but feeling.
When you switch off your laptop, you should be able to switch off that world and it should stop existing.
Till you switch it on again.
How convenient that would be.
If only life were that simple.
The trouble is, emotions have this knack of slipping in from one world to the other through the minutest cracks. The trouble is, niceness has this way of crossing impossible barriers of space to invoke feelings of friendship, maternal instincts, wonder, joy. (A lot of negative feelings, too – but I’ll ignore those here because they don’t apply.)
It takes a special human being to spread his warmth and niceness virtually to so many people. A special brand of Cris Angel who lit up cyber space with his incredible talents but never let it get in the way of his niceness to everyone he met virtually. Encouraging, cajoling, inspiring, he made a difference whenever he could. In some ways, he was like a child. Maybe that’s why his words and pictures were so refreshing, so compelling.
He was always game for any prank – when an imp of mischief bubbled up within me and refused to go away, I became BadHubbit for a while and he was my first fan. What fun we had those days behind the scenes! It warmed the cockles of my old heart! And when I took a little time away from HubPages, Cris and Goldentoad got me back and writing. So many people have similar stories about Cris – he touched so many lives.
Does it matter that most of us who were touched by this angel never met him? Never knew what his voice sounded like? All we can ask is, Why him? So young, his life before him, so full of promise. Such a wonderful human being who lit up our virtual lives and the warm glow in our hearts stayed long after we switched off the virtual world. And sometime tomorrow – maybe it is already Sunday in the Philippines - he’ll be laid to rest and all we’ll have are the memories.
So many of us will miss him. His comments, his emails, his FaceBook postings. His wonderful Photoshopped avatars that he so generously created for us. His encouragement, his inspiration, his warmth.
If only there were no emotions in the virtual world when we have to say Goodbye. Unfortunately, the tears aren’t virtual, they’re very real.
RIP Cris. And if there is a hereafter, I’m sure you’ll be up there in the heavens, painting the sky bluer, those rainbows brighter. God Bless.
You can read Cris A's hubs here.
And his poetry blog here.