Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation
Bobby was a dear friend and I considered him my brother. He will be greatly missed.
Bobby will be missed by Bob and I. I didn't get to know him well until the past year due to the fact that my late husband was also a drummer. But he became a dear friend to me.
My deepest condolences....BobbyJoe will be greatly missed
My Vietnam-brother-in-arms, I will miss you. You helped to change my life and I will never forget. Rest in peace.
All of you are in my prayers! May God hold you close in His healing hands! Bobby Joe gave a lot of himself to so many and I will always remember him.
He will missed greatly! We will always cherish the memories that Bobby Joe has provided us. We were Blessed to call him nephew. God Bless and keep all of you in His loving hands!
Aunt Judy and Uncle Marvin Osteen
The gift of your friendship will allways be respected, always
Always in my thoughts.....
Forever in my prayers...