"Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back"
Bruce Rosenberg, known to us as Nidor, did this with courage. We are poorer without him here now. Moments like these make us realise that it's not some animated, artificial intelligence we're playing with or against in our beloved Ettenmoors. It's human beings. Bruce was indeed someone who took this to heart. He treated everyone with respect and played this game to enjoy himself. To have fun and lighten the mood of others. In many cases he mentored me on dealing with drama in a tribal situation, internally or externally. Even when drama was thrown his way, he laughed it off and made fun of it. He took nothing for himself and shared his joy and happiness with others. A rare example in the greedy and cynical world of today. Bruce was indeed a shining light from the shadows.
As we eat ice cream on the 21st of march, let us gather and remember.
ALL creeps and freeps, please, at at 10pm servertime on wednesday the 21st of march, please come to Nidor Rock, and join creep vent (if you have been banned, I will discuss with Mere a temporary lift for this). Music, and remembrance of our friend for an hour will be the order of the day. Speeches in vent and in game in honour of this wonderful and amazing human being. Please turn up, even if only for a few minutes. Perhaps an ungrouped slaughter fest after, in his remembrance.
Creep Vent Info (100 slots):
I wanted to stop by this thread and offer my condolences to the creeps and freeps of Brandy.
I only knew Nidor through limited back and forth over the forums, but as a long time spider I always respected him. I learned a good deal about my class from reading his posts, and never heard anything but good words from players who knew or fought against him.
Sad to hear of his passing :/
"Spiders CC is unbearable... it's just as bad as loremasters" ~ Brodster
This is a great idea, for a great person... I wish I had more time to get to know him better. He was a great guy and will forever be an icon, he established the bar to which all spiders in lotro measure themselves.
All You Need is LOVE!
..and the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers!
My heart goes out to his little girls. My old man died at just about the same age as Nidor. I don't know if they will ever be aware of the feeling shown by this community for their father but if they do I believe it will be a great comfort to them and for that, I would thank everyone who has shown the courage and humanity to express their feelings. There will always be time and cause for cynicism. This isn't one of those times.
Rock Hill man’s death from cancer – surrounded by love
By Andrew Dys - Herald columnist
In front of the house at 263 Kirkstone Lane, in Rock Hill’s Stafford Park neighborhood, stands a huge heart, carved from styrofoam, about four feet tall.
It is covered with Christmas lights – and little messages to a guy with cancer so bad that it almost wasn’t cancer anymore.
The heart is almost as big as the heart that was inside the house, until around 4:30 Monday afternoon, when Bruce Rosenberg – Rock Hill’s Jewish champion of Christmas lights – died in the arms of his wife and oldest daughter.
An entire neighborhood gathered around the house and wept.
Death came in a hospital bed, next to the king-sized bed in the bedroom, that big huge bed where the neighbor women had held a “slumber vigil” with Bruce’s wife, Julie, Sunday night, when there was little doubt that death was just hours away.
It was not the first time all had crammed into that bed like 8-year-olds. They played a game where all tried to think of every word that begins with “P.”
The words “party” and “pugilist” and “poop” and “pee” certainly were accompanied by fits of the giggles that rolled through the house like ocean waves.
“That’s what family does,” said neighbor Julie Derry, no family by blood – but family certainly.
The hospital bed was where the neighbor men – including a burly former college football player and a chiropractor and other tough guys with strong sinewy arms sticking out of their T-shirts – had placed Rosenberg after carrying him through the house like a king.
The same bed where these tough guys had stood, crying, and watched death in the afternoon. The same bed where, for days that turned to weeks, neighborhood men had sat vigil through deep nights so that Julie, the wife, could find a few hours of sleep in a life that had no rest.
“The man was a giant,” said Scott Ball, a neighbor and a lot more.
In Abu Dhabi and Florida, New York and down the street, hundreds of people who had been part of the life and death of this guy, Rosenberg, cried. He was a man with a wife and two daughters who never, not once, asked anybody to feel sorry for him.
He attracted Christians and Jews, Muslims and agnostics. He was a favorite of cab drivers and doctors.
He loved them all.
Rosenberg’s idea of sorrow was, on March 21 – the day he was diagnosed with cancer last year – to tell people to eat ice cream for breakfast. His idea now has a national following on Facebook, along with a Pit Crew on Facebook – named for the arm pit where the horrible tumors were first found.
Instead of self-pity, he took on a mascot – a flatulent unicorn. The house has so many rubber and plastic unicorns, it looks like a zoo for mutants.
Thankfully, the gassy part is make-believe.
Rosenberg, a self-confessed science-fiction geek who loved “The Lord of the Rings,” laughed about it all, even on the day doctors took out a lung with a robotic machine that looked like science-fiction death with all its gleaming steel.
When his hair fell out he grew a beard, just to show the whole world he would laugh right to the end.
On his mantle, lit for months, remained steer horns, longhorns, wrapped in more Christmas lights.
The horns were one of thousands of items donated last summer in a city-wide yard sale organized by neighbors to benefit the family that had to deal with medicines that are poison and hospital stays that last for weeks in Florida – and a husband who could not work.
All through this past weekend, a tough, seasoned hospice nurse named Barb McGoye, who says, “I have been a nurse for hospice so long I am embarrassed to admit it,” was with the family and saw all this with her own eyes.
Hospice usually means death is imminent. Hospice is brought in to ease death and make it as palatable as possible, while celebrating life as this guy and his family and neighbors surely did. McGoye has seen a thousand deaths. Her uniform under her smile and her grace, a job of love, could be the robe and scythe of the grim reaper.
She had heard the teenaged daughter, Ella, tell her father before he died that someday his grandkids, when there are grandkids, sure would eat ice cream for breakfast every March 21.
“What I watched was amazing, incredible, just unbelievable,” said McGoye. “The family, awesome. But the neighbors – it was a sight to behold. It was, well, it was love.”
Because Bruce Rosenberg laughed until he could not laugh anymore. He worked as a stock broker, then for a financial firm, but his joy was his wife and kids, and the people he could bring a smile to.
In Stafford Park’s annual Christmas lights contest, which raised money for charity, Rosenberg with the Christian wife and kids draped his house and truck. Any more lights would have caused a roof collapse.
Except one light always was added until the eaves just about sagged. On the roof was the Star of David – the symbol of Judaism.
“I believe in love of all and everybody,” Rosenberg told me the last time we talked, when his body was so sick he dropped the phone and said, “I can’t talk any more.”
Julie Rosenberg, after a year of her husband’s pain, remained Tuesday surrounded by those people who had come in shifts, in waves, over days and weeks. A year ago, Julie, tough as a bear, figured she could go through her husband’s cancer alone – and shepherd her children, too.
The neighbors, and the online group, changed her forever.
“The love that was out there, that is out there, for Bruce and this family is truly incredible,” Julie said Tuesday morning. “I have the largest family in the world. Every one of them here, in other places – are you kidding me? They rocked.”
She said this as neighbors and family and friends clomped in and out of her house and living room as if the place was a barroom. Jokes were made about a memorial service to come in weeks, when the neighbors will drink the supplement drink Boost – as Bruce had to for weeks – spiced with something much stronger than vitamins.
Bruce Rosenberg will be buried at 2 p.m. today, quickly in the Jewish tradition after a service with a rabbi and a retired Lutheran pastor – making sure all bases are covered.
Sure there were tears, and preparations that are somber, but the house and neighborhood remained a place of hope and joy and love. In this neighborhood, for 11 months and three weeks, the trek to the Rosenberg home was a death watch.
But all these people showed something different, though. That the life lived, the joy given, the hearts opened, are what matters.
Just like the heart out front. Huge and for the whole neighborhood to see, draped with Christmas lights, shining the way.
I also emailed the author of the article to let him know there is another whole world of people who cared for this man and sent him the links to this forum to see what we are doing and attempting to do and get done for Bruce.
Valinor has gained a friend in Nidor while Middle Earth has lost him as a treasure.
Wow... just heard about it from Synapse. So amazingly shocking. One of the nicest creeps, very respected and loved when I was there ~a year ago. My sincere and deepest sympathies to all of you that were close to him. I can't imagine how you all must feel. Btw Evil, fabulous idea and a great time to show that human side you try to hard to hide. We all know it's there anyway.
I was hoping for nidor to get through ever since i saw him make the post about his cancer. I saw today that he didnt emerge victorious. I didn't know him at all but after seeing the posts in rememberance i feel for the loss of his friends family and fellow brandywiners and im going to try and attend the memorial session on the 21st and join in creep vent. I also happen to be a guitar player and am requesting (to who ever can grant permission) to play a song over vent in honer of nidor. This is a song that i wrote for occasions where words were not enough and to help myself and others get through rough times.
What a beautiful sentiment albeit a little hard to read at work without showing emotion. Thanks for sharing. What a guy, what a guy....
Originally Posted by Winterfell
Agreed, glad to be alone in the lunch room atm...
Doesn't seem fair that such an amazing person was taken from his family & this world so early Really gives you pause & makes you think about your own life, loved ones, etc. Gotta live life like there is no tomorrow, take advantage of every opportunity, and love those you care about as fiercely & passionately as possible.
Rhae | Veni Vidi Vici | Terminus Venatus Triumphus ============================ In Remembrance: Nidor of Brandywine (1970-2012)
I plan on being there on my weaver, Dwynwen, the first creep I created and met Nidor on.....whom I always did and will hold in esteem, both as one of the best spiders on Brandywine, as well as a man with a loving spirit.