Today, August 11th, my brother, Robert (tall good looking guy in photo) would have turned 52. He died last May 19th, 2009. Unfortunately...I didn't find out till 10 days later...and....from someone I have no respect for. I'll never forget that day and how awful it was. I remember talking to a woman from the local newspaper and her mailing me his obituary that was submitted by a funeral home. I couldn't belive there was no funeral and no obituary submitted by his other half. But now when I think bout it....it really doesn't surprise me.
His passing left a huge hole in my heart. There hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought of him and missed him. Lately, I've been flooded with so many memories of him and out of nowhere, a song that I wouldn't normally think of will come into my head, and I'll start humming it. Call me crazy...but I believe it's Robert letting me know that he's okay, he loves me, and the hurt we caused each other is forgiven. He loved music, and he knows how much I love it too. He loved football too! He could tell you anything & everything about it.....knew every quarterback name from way back when to all the statistics about the players. I could sit and listen to him for hours...in fact, I did! lol! I'll always remember those kind of good times.
Robert & James (my son) in 1990...much much happier days.
I love and miss you SO much Robert. Until we see each other again....all my love to you broski. ♥♥♥