Tributes to Bob Czako
From: Marie Cote [SMTP:firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sent: Monday, April 14, 1997 9:08 AM
Subject: A Tribute to Bob Czako
I didn't want to be writing this. Ever. I will miss you ever
so much. I reacted viscerally to the news of your passing. I
thankful that I had a light breakfast, for I experienced a
overwhelming that I checked to see if someone may have
slipped some syrup of Ipecac or something into my coffee.
I so hope that Cathy or your sister read you the message
I sent you a few days ago. I thanked you for saving my life.
quite possible that had you not started that hilarious
the pink flamingoes that I would be in a padded room right
you were too sick to see the message then, I now repeat it
from your vantage point you can read it in peace, without
tubes and stuff. Thank you, my dear.
I want you to know that Cathy will be OK. She loved you SO
MUCH that after this first block of time she'll remember you
your terrific spirit and vigilant fight against the beast.
remember you without NHL. It will come. That dreaded
will be involved, but it will come. ...And I know that
miss you terribly. He was dumb, yes, but the profound
your absence even he will notice.
Oh, how can I forget the "Space Needle" story??
Man, you lived
every day to its fullest. I will dedicate something there at
Needle when I go out to the reunion in July. I'm not as
you were extemporaneously, but I figure with a few months
about it, I can come up with something that's suitable.
that you'll watch for it, OK? I'm not sure how I can get
Men's room at the restaurant, but I'll work on it.
I want to thank you for all your wonderful private e-mails
that we shared. I kept a lot of them, and referred to them
when I had some of those "life" questions about
which you seemed to
possess an ethereal, almost Tao-esque quality in
Oh, yeah, your serious side showed through your hilarity.
you managed to do that is beyond me. I guess it was/is your
"humanness". Now, in spirit, you may live on.
Please feel free to
inspire me in my writings (they need it lots of times)! The
are from Venus" composition was so good I nearly peed
sitting here. I told you about my two cats. I read them your
and my female cat said, "Yep, that's me--the one that
just sits there
cleaning myself while the dogs get flipped out by my mere
So, I'm a little bit ticked off at you that I have to write
this. I, though, know that you're in a better place. I just
that the better place were HERE instead of somewhere else.
of yourself, Bob. Please keep them on their toes up there,
I'll send Cathy and family a nice card. Rest in peace, dear.
pre-s.: Have they told you where those Keebler cookies
come from yet? My love to you.
From: Loreley [SMTP:LOR46@aol.com]
Sent: Monday, April 14, 1997 9:56 AM
Subject: Re: Bob Czako passed away Saturday night
I hadn't wanted to post before because I didn't know what to
say. So many
people have died latelt that I am a complete loss for words.
All I know is
that I never knew I could cry so much or feel such emptiness
upon learning of
the deaths of people I had never even met. Even though I
never had a chance
to correspond, I feel the loss of Don Merriman and Bob Czako
in a way I do
not completely understand. They will be missed and their
I have never experienced so much death as I have in the last
online and on the floor, it seems that not a day goes by
NO ONE should have to die from such a cruel and demeaning
illness. It takes
people little by little. But the one thing it cannot rob
them of is their
courageous spirit. That is what remains.
I am sorry for going on like this but sometimes it all
becomes so much. All I
know is that I find strength in knowing that so many beat
this monster and
live in spite of it.
From: Leeora Freifeldt, Israel
Sent: Monday, April 14, 1997 4:30 PM
To: Robert F. Farmer
Subject: RE: Bob Czako passed away Saturday night
Dear Bob Farmer,
I didn't "know" Bob Czako as the rest of the list,
my English was never
good enough to understand his (or any other) humor.
The words "my deepest condolences" do not speak
for me every time I see
someone has left us. I hate it when Cancer wins. Bob Czako
and every BMT'er
deserve to WIN.
I feel your and your wife's personal pain and loss and I
don't know how
to comfort you for losing a friend.
I am so happy to read your post when you tell about flying
and skiing and
when you write you are in tears - so am I.
I dont know how to "build" the sentence right. I
wish I could take some of
your pain away.
Bone Marrow Donor
Recruiment by Volunteers (to NMDP)
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From: Blair Wiley [SMTP:email@example.com]
Sent: Tuesday, April 15, 1997 11:49 AM
Subject: Bob Czako
Bob Czako was this kind of guy:
Around a year and a half ago, when both he and I were
posting hot and
heavily, Bob gave me his phone number and asked me to call
him, which I
did. He said that he just wanted to hear my voice, and was
about it after having read my posts at the time.
I like the kind of person who will get out from behind the
computer once in
a while and check things out for himself. Bob was a
guy! He was mostly interested in making others lives more
I'm sure he is still doing this now. This is simply his
natural way of being.
We will sure miss him here, and I really appreciated getting
that post about Hercules the other day. Thanks for that! And
for so many uplifting moments! We are wishing you many more
From: Chuck Hart [SMTP:firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sent: Monday, April 14, 1997 9:21 AM
To: Robert F. Farmer
Cc: 'BMT-TALK MAIL
Subject: Re: Bob Czako passed away Saturday night
Bob, thank you for taking the time to let us all know. I
know each night
I would include in my prayers a plug for Bob. He was, and in
a way, still
is, one of the funniest folks I have ever met. Having lunch
with Bob and
Cathy was such a treat; I had never met a person who could
and eat AT THE SAME TIME!
He will be missed. I think each of our lives have been
by his presence. My thoughts are with Cathy and his family.
From: Ray Senez [SMTP:email@example.com]
Sent: Saturday, May 17, 1997 8:03 AM
Subject: The loss of Bob Czako
This post is long overdue,
To Kathy, Cathy and the rest of Bob's family, my
prayers are with you. I
pray that dear Bob is now watching over you from
I don't think I fully realized the how important
bmt-talk has become up
until now. I never dreamed that the death of a man who
lives hundreds of
miles from me, whom I have never met, could move me to
tears. Thank you
Laurel for making this all possible.
Most of you have expressed wonderful things about our
dear friend Bob, but
each time I've sat down to write this post I've
failed. (hmm MortoCzakophobia)
Bob Czako had a great sense of humor, his witty posts
are a living testimony
to this fact. But Bob brought us much more than just a
good laugh. To me
his musings were always filled with a great passion
for life. This is what
touched my heart and helped me to grow through some
very difficult moments.
I say grow not get because I believe now that no one
gets through cancer.
It's not a tunnel that you pass through, and that once
through, is behind
you. Bob's life is fully evident of this. Cancer is
something that changes
your life forever. It forces you to deal with your
mortality, it forces you
to realize what is REALLY important. Bob helped me to
grow, and for this I
will be forever grateful. So in this small way he has
changed the world for
the better, and so will live on in our hearts forever.
In his dying days I wrote Bob a note of encouragement
and I will always
cherish his last last reply.
God bless all of you
Please accept my deepest sympathy on the passing of Bob. Charl passed it on to me
because she remembered that I am unsubscribed from the bmt-talk list.
His humorous, educational, inspirational, friendly messages to us, all done with
tremendous insight, his hallmark, will be missed among us who have come to know him.
You may not know this, but just prior to our Baltimore reunion in 1996, Bob was
lamenting that the hotel was booked solid because I think that he was entertaining the
idea of attending. I didn't remember that he was married so I offered to let him use the
other bed in my room so that he wouldn't have to worry about not having a place to sleep.
His reply to me was, "I never go anywhere without Cathy." I took that as an
expression of his devotion to you rather than a spurning of my invitation.
I welcome your comments and suggestions.
Bob Farmer - firstname.lastname@example.org
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