We lived next door to the Madisons since my earliest memory so, in my mind, Bob has always been there. Even when they moved out of our neighborhood, their very existence lent stability to my life. It's hard to explain the feeling - I guess it's just a kid's perspective of taking the presence of the adults in our lives for granted, assuming they'll always be around. This picture of him is perfect - the image of him in my mind is of this smile that is half-amused, half-bewildered by whatever antics we were pulling as kids. I imagine it's hard on everyone to have him suddenly gone but I also believe that the closeness of your family is worth the price you pay in heartache when you lose a part of that.