Bobby.....

Dates We Remember. It's Because They Stand Out More Than Any Other. It Could Be A Birthday, Anniversary, A Piece Of Time That Stands Out Like No Other.
Today Is One Of Those Days. On The 29th Of December 2010 My Son Bobby Joe Miller Passed This Life And Crossed Over To The Other Side. He Was 29 Years Old The Day Of His Passing.
I Miss Bobby As Much Today As The Day I First Lost Him. I Have Never Portrayed Him As A Saint And I Never Will. He Had His Struggles In Life Like Many Of Us Do. In Spite Of His Shortcomings He Was A Good Decent Person Who Had A Heart Of Gold. His Ambition In Life Was To Make His Family Proud One Day. That Day Came And Stayed With Me When He Told Me He Would One Day Take The Reins Of The Robin Hood Foundation Of Danville And Continue The Mission In Helping Those Less Fortunate. Bobby Wasn't A Religious Man Yet I Shared With Him About The Scriptures In The Bible And What Our Responsibilities Were As Christians In Helping The Poor.
The Bible Instructs Us To Help The Poor In Deuteronomy 15:7-11, “There Will Always Be Poor Among-st Us. For The Lord Will Prosper You In Everything You Do For Them". This Verse Has Helped The Ministry Of Our Organization Primarily Because Of Strong Christianity.
Bobby Left Behind Four Beautiful Children. I Love Them All So Dearly. If This Was His Only Legacy He Left Behind For Us To Remember Him, Then Through The Eyes Of Those Precious Souls He Will Live On Forever In My Heart.
As His Father I Loved Him Unconditionally. He Had His Faults And Made Plenty Of Mistakes Along The Way. I However Saw The Good In Him And Always Hoped He Would One Day Walk The Straight And Narrow Path That Was Laid In Front Of Him.
I Have Photo's And Video's To Remember Him By. So Much Sand Has Passed Through The Hourglass. I Have Yet To Visit Him At The Cemetery With Any One Else. I Have Always Considered It My Sacred Moment With Him. Even Though It's Just His Flesh In The Ground, The Visit I Suppose Is For My Own Grievance. Because I Am A Believer I Have No Doubt He Is With My Lord And Savior. In Spite Of What Others May Feel I Trust My Lord And Know Within My Heart He Led Him Through The Gates Of Paradise For Everlasting Life.
I Often Speak To Bobby. I'm Not Sure If That Is Normal Or Not But Frankly I Don't Care. Everytime 713 Comes Onto My Clock And My Attention Is Drawn To It I Use That Entire Minute And Tell Him I Miss Him And Love Him And Wish He Was Still Around. The Significance Behind Those Numbers Was Because He Was Born On July 13th. His Childhood Address And Mine Was 713. I Remembered Each Time It Would Come Up On The Lottery I Would Bring His Attention To It. He Would Say Yep I Should Have Played Those Numbers. It's My Only Dream In Bowling. Not To Roll A Perfect Game But To Roll A 713 Series Of Three Games. That Equals About A 237 Game Times 3.
So Again As I Take Time To Reflect On The Life Of My Son I Will With A Smile. I Refuse To Remember Him In Death. I Will Remember Him For The Good He Had Done And The Memories He Left Behind. So Yes This Day Brings Some Sadness Because I Miss Him So Much. Yet On The Other Hand I Am Thankful For The 29 Years God Gave Him To Us And The Times We Shared. From The Day Of His Birth To The Date Of His Death. The Blessings Of The Moments Between Gave My A Lifetime And A Heart Full Of Great Memories. I Will Love You Until My Last Breath And Beyond.

The Emptiness Over The Holiday

I Call It Christmas Distraction. I Am Sure There Are More Proper Names For It. It Happens Around The Holiday Season. You Miss A Loved One Because They Are No Longer With Us.
The Day After Christmas Cannot Come Fast Enough For Me. I Have Heard Others Say This Over The Years But Could Not Fully Comprehend It Until Bobby Passed Away. If It Were Left Up To Me I Would Just As Soon Skip Christmas This Year And Every Year After That. Yet I Have Been Reminded Time After Time That I Have Grandchildren Who Look Forward To Christmas. There Are Too Many Christmas's Past That Come To Mind When Bobby Was Still With Us. I Didn't Have The Opportunity To Spend His Last Christmas Together. He Had Already Moved To Florida. All I Have Are The Christmas Moments Of The Past. I Do Have Some Photo's Of His Last Christmas In Florida. Even Though I Didn't Get To See Him On This Day, I Know He Made A Little Girl's Christmas A Very Special One.
I Would Love To Have That Special Teddy Bear He Made For That Little Girl. I Often Wonder If It's Sitting In A Toy Box Someplace. Maybe At A Goodwill Store. He Helped Stuff And Sew This Bear For A Little Girl. I Hope She Understands The Importance Of This Bear.
There Will Be No More Christmas's With Bobby. My Heart Aches Today As Much As It Did When We First Lost Him In December Of 2010. That Time Is So Vivid Yet Blurry. There Are Moments I Don't Want To Remember Because It's Too Painful.
So Now I Can Truly Understand Why Some People Are No Longer Joyful In The Holiday Season. If You Know One Of These People Please Remember Them In Prayer. I Cannot Recommend Anything Else Because Everyone Is Different In Their Grief. Some Don't Need Or Want Reminders There Is Someone Missing This Christmas Season.
I Have Already Read This Evening On Facebook Where Someone Is Missing Their Mother This Christmas Season. The Pain Is Still There. There Will Always Be Pain. Yes I Suppose I Will Put That Happy Smile On My Face Over The Next Couple Of Weeks But Be Assured It's Phoney.
Let It Be Known This Is A World Wide Birthday Bash For Our Savior Lord. For He Knows My Heart And Understands My Pain. So Happy Birthday Jesus. For You Are The Reason For The Season.

The Lady In Red

You Will Get Use To Some Of The Names In My Writings As You Read Them In Future Blogs. My Brother Tuck And I Attended A Play At A Local Church Last Sunday Night. The Play Was About A Family Who Loved To Listen To The Radio Around The Times Of WW2. It Was An Ok Performance, I Have Seen Better. Overall Though I Enjoyed Going And It Gave My Brother And I A Memory. You Will Notice In Some Of My Blogs I Will Make Mention Of Creating Memories. I Think That Is One Of The Most Important Things A Person Can Do In Their Life. Create Memories. You Create Them With People You Love Or Enjoy Being Around. I Often Sit Back And Reminisce Of Times Of The Past With My Grandpa. Memories Of My Grade School Days. How About Anything That Brings A Smile To Your Face?
Anyway Back To The Play. There Was A Choir That Sang In Different Segments Of This Play. The Gentlemen And Women Wore Clothing They Wore Back In The 1940's. Everybody In That Choir Had A Songbook With The Exception Of The Lady In Red. She Was An Elderly Woman And My Eyes Were Focussed On Her Lips. She Didn't Need A Song Book. She Mouthed Every Word Correctly Where You Would See She Didn't Miss A Word. Yet The Others Would Glance In The Book To Be Sure Of The Correct Words.
So The Play Was Focussed On The Day Surrounding The Bombing Of Pearl Harbor And The Effects It Had On This Particular Family.
I Seen Some Friends I Hadn't Seen For A Few Years. I Consider Myself A Controlled Fellowshipper.(Is There Such A Word?). I Decide Whether Or Not I Approach The Individual. If I Choose Not To It's Not A Bad Thing. Maybe I Have A Good Show Coming On At 9pm And Only Have Ten Minutes To Get There. Quickly I will Include My Dress Attire Was Some What Questionable. I Asked Tuck Prior The Suggested Dress For The Evening. He Told Me He Was Going To Sit In The Balcony. I Wore A Nice pair Of Jeans And A New Sweatshirt. I Knew They Were Going To Recognize All Of The Veterans. I Thought Maybe They Would Ask Them To Stand. Wrong! They Asked The To Come Forward And Our Mayor Said A Few Remarks And Declared That Date To Be For Those Who Served.
I Stayed Back Because Of How I Was Dressed. After Looking At These Veterans Who In My Opinion Were Not Dressed As Well As I Was, I Knew I Should Have Come Forward. I Will Be The First To Admit That It's Difficult To Adapt To The 21st Century. We Are Almost 15 Years Into It And I Still Have The Old Fashioned Way Of Thinking. Maybe I Am Getting Old. They Say Age Is Just A Number. I Do Agree With That. I Think The One Thing That Bothers Me The Most About Getting Old Is When You Are Registering For Something On These Computers And It Asked For The Year You Were Born. It Has A Window You Can Click On And It Gives You The Year In Which You Were Born. It's Very Depressing When You Have To Keep Scrolling To Get To The Year You Were Born.
To The Lady In Red; If You Ever Read This Blog, which I Highly Doubt That You Will, I Want To Tell You I Enjoyed Watching You Sing Those Christmas Songs Without The Assistance Of The Song Book. I Think That Impressed Me The Most.....Mac