Robert Joseph Ceriotti Jr.
It has taken me a while to be able to come on this site. Bobby was like my older brother. In fact, he often called me little brother. The guy was something special. He would literally give you the shirt off of his back and not think twice about it.
I remember when he bought the Ferrari and was so excited for me to drive it. He called me a baby because I wouldn't drive over 100 on 44.
He did so many small things for so many people. He was the most generous person I have ever met.
There are so many funny stories about him that I tell often.
He took me on three ride alongs when he was still a Sgt. They were incredible.
I remember like yesteday when he called me to come down to Columbo's to celebrate him becoming a Lt. He was so happy and so proud.
The first person I would think of if I ever got into trouble was Bobby. When I got a DUI in Ladue, he was the guy that came and picked me up at 3:00 AM. He tried like hell to get me out of that.
I wish I could have spent more time with him the past two years because I know how tough they were on him. I was on the Hill at Gian-Tony's having dinner about a month ago. On the way down I called him and asked if he could join my wife and I. He sounded tired and said that he couldn't.
I will miss playing golf with him and going to Mizzou basketball games with him and giving him trouble about being an Italian on St. Patrick's Day. I called him every St. Patrick's Day and would give him shit. He would tell me there are two kinds of people in this world. Italians and everybody else who wishes they were Italian.
Mostly, I will miss my older brother.