I would like to share my thoughts on the first anniversary of the death of my older brother Bobby.
It does not seem that a year has already passed. Each and every day throughout the year I find myself thinking about Bobby. My brother Jerry and I called him Bobby.
I often look up to appreciate the beauty of the night sky, and I immediately think of Bobby.
When eating bananas, blueberries or filberts I think of Bobby as these were some of Bobby's favorite foods.
To describe in writing the void I feel would take a poet.
I would love to be able to spend lots of time with Bobby again. Being very busy Bobby, Jerry, and I had to settle for three-way phone conversations. We never missed phone calls on each of our birthdays.
It is difficult to accept that we are now limited to visitations only by memories.
I am very thankful to have so many good memories of Bobby to revisit.