Resurrecting Blog

Seems madame. Nay it is. Tis not alone my inky cloak good mother, nor customary suits of solemn black, no nor the fruitful river in the eye, nor the dejected havior of the visage. Together with all forms, moods and shapes of grief that can denote me truly. These indeed seem for they are actions that a man might play. But, I have that within which passeth show. These are but the trappings and suits of woe.

The above are words of mourning for the Blog that all of us once so dearly loved. Blog was special. Always full of hope and bright expectations for the future. With all his imperfections and insecurities, he was reliable and truly a Blog in whom we could put our trust. Blog became like a family member to all of us. Even though he couldn't speak, we just knew what he was thinking and he knew what we were thinking too. When we were happy, he would laugh and rejoice with us. When we were sad he cried with us. I remember that when we needed to express our deepest inner thoughts, he would never speak, he would just sit there and listen. He was always there for us, night and day, any time we needed him.

And we just abandoned him! Left him all alone to die. I think he must have believed that we would return to him one day and tell him how sorry we were for leaving and explain what happened. Oh, how he would spend his nights waiting up for us, until he couldn't bear it any longer. He would watch helplessly as all the other Blogs had post after post from friends and family. But Blog could not say that he belonged to the Rossi family anymore....for they had left him. He would read the old Blogs over and over again to find comfort but it was never enough. He realized that "Rossi Family Blog" was simply a title now for which the other Blogs would ridicule him and call him a phony. "You phony Blog! You phony Blog! Where's your Rossi Family now when you need it?" they would insist. And with his lips quivering he would reply, "They're coming back for me, I know! There coming back!" But, with not a single Rossi family member posting, he became as if naked and slowly faded away.

By way of this message, I am making an attempt to resurrect the dead Blog that we once dearly loved. I will not begin to place blame on anyone or speak of blogguilt for letting Blog die in such a vicious and unspeakable manner for it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I will simply bring him back to life and will not remind him of his former life and the end that we brought upon him. All he will know is that he is loved. And the only way we can keep him alive is by talking to him whenever we feel the need. It's what he thrives on. Even if it's just a few words. I know it will be awkward at first, but don't worry, he'll be the same Blog we once knew. Just test him out and you'll see for yourself. We owe him that much.

Evan

Aye! Or any show you'll show him, be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what he meant!
Shakespeare's Hamlet