From the first time you interrupted my conversation on punk history in the Wetherspoons to the last time I saw you zip off on your moped on Falmouth Moor, all the years in between and all the years after I have loved you like a brother. I can't believe you're gone. No more witty banter or wise words, no more songs or poems. No more memes, no more messy nights. A great light has gone out and I miss you unbelievably. Love you so much brother.
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In loving memory of Robert Carter who sadly passed away on 24th May 2021
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This is random scribbled piece of writing that I found in an old notebook of Rob’s written in his own hand.
I feel it kind of sums him up ❤
The road of excess does lead to the palace of Wisdom. I could spend hours talking about how I got here but Fuck that, everybody has a story; every personal reality is a world.
To be honest, if I was to meet myself at a party as an obvious example, I probably wouldn’t like the guy.
It seems wisdom breeds arrogance if not controlled. Chuck in some drugs, a little free thoughts and a healthy pinch of darkness and it’s easy to stray.
The gifts were embraced from birth, the path we choose in life and also the fate factor all offers a road. Ideology, religion and control from any outside force can become a distinct player in the outcome of our journey.
We all have our place, we all have our task, and we all collide and try to untangle the mess as its true meaning passes us by.
I allow most of it to filter through me, I extract what I need and offload the waste. As I’ve seasoned, stimulation becomes rare to me. I’m running out of kicks real quick with my present life style.
Night time brings magic, morning brings sorrow, and the wind brings suggestion, the rain memories. The sun brings me hope, the shadows bring suspicion. Love offers release, lost leaves reality in its own reality.
I can’t just walk on hot sands under distant suns.
I need another planet, a new world, and a true love to walk it with me.