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I Say Farewell, Goodbye To January 2011.
If I Could, I Would Like Not To Look Back At This Horrible Month In My Life.
If I Could Erase It From My Mind, Maybe I Could Pretend For A Moment It Has Been Just A Horrible Nightmare. My Mighty Handsome Son Would Walk Through That Door And Say "What's Up Pop's? Oh God I Wish I Could Hear That One More Time.
So Where Do I Go From Here? Tomorrow We Start A New Fresh Month With No Reminders Of This Most Tragic Death.
My Son. I Can Still Remember That Beautiful Day In July. It Was A Monday. The Exact Day You Were Suppose To Enter This World.
Your Day Brought Us Joy. It Was The 13Th Day. A Number Known For Being Unlucky, Eventually Became A Symbol That Bobby And I Would Make Note Of Over The Years.
His Boyhood Home Was My Boyhood Home. That Address Being 713, The Date Of His Birth. From Time To Time, I Would Make Mention His Number Hit Big With The State Lottery Pick Three. I Assumed He Wanted To Carry On The Tradition Of The B'S. His Mother And Sister's Name Starts With A "B". All Of His Children's Name Start With A "B". Not Only Was It A Tradition On His Mind, A Story Came Along With It.
According To Bobby, 713 Has It's Own Unique Meaning. If You Bring The Number 1 Closer To The Three, It Would Become A "B". The 7 Stood For The Seven B'S In His Life.
Billie, Beckie, Blake, Brittney, Brooklyn, Brianna & Bonnie. The S After The B Was Somer. I Gave Him A Jab In The Shoulder And Told Him I Felt Left Out. His Silence Became A 'Bobby Grin'. He Reminded It All Started With Me.
I Suppose It Was That Sunday In April 1967. I Fondly Remember The Day I First Layed Eyes On His Mother In Sunday School. A Day That Would Be Considered Destiny Or Fate.
If I Had Given Up On Her Because She Didn't Like My Crew Cut. She Begged Her Mother To Say She Wasn't Home When I Came "Courting". This All Would Not Be.
I Took Bobby Mushroom Hunting Once He Learned To Walk. I Always Told Him He Had Better Luck Since He Was Closer To The Ground. One Spring As We Came Out Of The Woods, We Had To Cross A Cow Pasture To Get To The Truck. That Day We Had Better Luck In That Pasture Than We Did In The Woods. As I Stood There Gazing At The 6-8 Inch Mushrooms, I Took A Hold Of His Arm And Told Him To Look. All Around Us Were Close To 50 Yellow Sponge Mushrooms Just Ready To Be Picked. Bobby And I Would Never Forget That Pasture. It Came Up In Conversation Many Times.
I Have So Many Wonderful Stories About Bobby. In Time I Will Share Them.
A New Month Will Start And My Hope The Pain Will Ease. Maybe I Can Look Forward And See A Promise For Better Days Ahead.
Let The Healing Process Begin, After A Month Long Of Mourning. With It Comes Viewing Home Video's And Flipping Through Years Of Snapshots. Floods Of Memories Flash In My Mind As I Remember Each One. From His Skateboarding Days And Really Weird Hair Styles. His Face Full Of Pride When His First Born Arrived. He Had A Special Bond With The Ones He Loved. It Was Always On A Different Level.
I Had A Couple Wishes That Never Came True. My Hopes One Day Was For Him And I To Bowl On The Same Team. I Still Maintain The Memories Of The Many Times We Shot Pool. He Was Good And I'm Glad I Told Him So.
The Hopes And Dreams Are No Longer. Now They Fade Into Memories. I Can Only Look Forward And Make Peace With The Past.
Tomorrow Can Be The Dreams Of Yesterday.