Bobby Moore

Dear Bobby,
It is said that the good die young. Bobby, you was the best friend that i can amagine. Everytime i ask you to do something for me, you never said no. Everytime i see you, you had a smile. Everytime i wanted to talk about world affairs, you always keep me talking for hours. I know you are in heaven because people like you are heaven like people. May God keep you in his arms.
from your friend,
Bill Peavy

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

sorry to hear about your lost,which was a lost to all of us,with memories from the past in chicago as well as georgia.of course you and the family is in my prayers.

Dear Estelle and Cathy,

Words cannot begin to express the sadness in my heart for your loss. Bobby was like a brother, to my brother Lee Peyton, and I can only say to all of you the loss is not as great as a loss without wonderful memories of all the good and bad times. When sadness comes to each of you, just reach back into time and think about something that happen to you with him and give him a great big smile. God knows just how much you can bear and it may seem unbearable...

Cathy,

There are no words to describe the pain of lossing a parent and nothing that I could say to make it better. Hold on to your faith and know that you will be together again one day.

God be with you always.