I started blogging about three years ago. One of the first people I noticed as I perused Vox Day was the acid tongued Bane as he poked sharp sticks at everyone. Everyone.
Being the curious sort I ventured on over to his blog and was alternately amused, appalled and inevitably drawn in. Onions have layers but Bane had Layers! There were stories and Stories! Pictures (oh MY!) and woven throughout a man, with a Past, a family and an unwavering, if unconventional, Faith.
I hesitantly commented and the game was on. He wasn’t always nice to me. Sometimes he made me blush. But I couldn’t stay away.
I was never close in the sense of becoming familiar. Not by a long shot. But he would visit my little spot here at Pebblechaser occasionally and once even threatened to never come back when I mentioned I had Easily Offended Folks who visited and they might not enjoy his version of humor or commentage. But he did. And even commented a few times. Told me once I could write decent. That meant something then. And now. His last comment here was to tell me I was a wuss.
There were plenty of blogs like it, but this one was his. Dammit!
I watched, voyeur-like, over the past year as his health declined and as he wrote bittersweet stories of birthdays and celebrations. A few weeks ago he mentioned the last date he took his beloved angel on. The commenters on Bane Rants have called her, the Saint. He mentioned that she drove.
I have no words. He was an extraordinary person full of depth, wisdom, humor and an appreciation of all things beautiful. And undead.
I don’t consider myself a fan in the sense of watching from a far. He was too real to be held at arms length. If you listened closely, past the rough edges and to the heart behind what he said there was no middle ground. What he wrote, who he was was all there in black and white. You either loved it or hated it. He really didn’t care. But I couldn’t help caring anyway.
He told me once that he considered me “inner circle” and I was conceited about it for 12 minutes. Until I realized that all women were part of his inner circle.
Rest in peace, Bane. Rest in peace. We’ll keep our prayers focused on your loved ones. Just like you kept your prayers focused on ours when we were in need.
You know, since LL put up the news… Almost 200 hits for the prayer request for my dad. From Bane.
That’s his legacy. A man without empathy (he said) who cared more than any of us imagined.