Writing An Obituary

I Have Never Written An Obituary In My Life. None Less My Own Son's.
I Have Learned Many Years Ago That There Is A Reason For Everything. We May Not Understand It Today Or Tomorrow. I Believe We May Never Understand It.
As Most Of My Readers Know, I Lost My Son Bobby Last Wednesday December 29th. It Has Been Difficult For Me To Think Straight Since I First Learned Of His Passing. One Thing I Know For Sure Is Writing Down My Thoughts Are Very Therapeutic For Me. However I Am At A Loss For Words.
Bobby Was A Wonderful Person Deep Inside. He Knew Family Was The Most Important Thing On This Earth. In Spite Of His Shortcomings, The End Conclusion Of Bobby's Character Was His Love For His Children. Contrary To What Some People Thought Of Him I Knew His Heart. Let Me Say This. There Was Only One Perfect Man Who Walked This Earth. He Had His Problems That Needed To Be Worked Out. His Journey Was To Find Work In His Trade As A Welder. There Were No Good Paying Jobs In What He Was Skilled At In This Area. This Adventure Was In Hopes Of Turning His Life Around And Do What Was Right For His Children. His Ultimate Goal Was To Have His Children's Love And Respect. He Wanted To Prove Wrong To Those Who Doubted His Ability To Be A Good Father. To Some I Could Talk Forever And They Would Never Change Their Opinion Of Him. Without A Doubt His Children Were His Life.
Bobby And I Shared A Lot Over This Past Summer As He Rode And Helped Me In My Truck.
We Had Our Special Moments And I Am Comforted By It. Those Memories Of Him I Will Cherish For The Rest Of My Days. By Appointing Him To Serve On The Board Of Directors Of The Robin Hood Foundation Of Danville Gave Him A Purpose. He Often Told Me How Proud He Was Of Me For What I Did For The Poor People Of My Community. I Reminded Him I Could Never Do This Alone, And He Was A Big Part Of It. I Often Joked With Bobby I Should Be Known As The Best Dressed Man In Danville Because Of The Loads Of Donated Clothing I Distributed To Those Less Fortunate. However He Knew I Was Too Busy To Shop For Myself. For Those Who Knew Bobby, His Attire Was His Strength. Even Though There Were Times I Questioned His Fashion, I Reminded Myself In Years We Were A Generation Apart.
We Would Share Our Laughs At What He Thought Was Cool Looking, But At The End Of The Day I Would Always Find A Pile Of Clothes That Bobby Sorted Out For Me.
I Have These Clothes And Will Wear Them With Pride And Love, In Remembrance Of My Son.
All For Now.