Dear Bob,
Another fishing trip gone and I still spent it in one of the many places you enjoyed going. I spent some of my time thinking about the things you and Terry enjoyed doing, some of the wild and crazy things you two would say, and the many talkes you and Terry alike would have with me about Gary. I thought while I was there about what the two of you would say to me about how much of a punk he was and that you two were just like him, you knew his type. How I wish I still had you here to remind me of that. how I wish I would of listened. But you know that is something I learned after the two of you have gone. Now i think how I will never get your advice again, no matter what it may be. I only hope that as I journey through life with out the two of you, you will continue to advise me from your place in Heaven. I guess I should condsider myself lucky, I have not only one angel to watch over me, but two. I know I am lucky for having been born into this family and having the chance to call you my brother. Even though we all know your really my uncle we all know that you and Terry both considered me a sister more then anything else. I grew up with you. And I just want to thank you for not treating me any differently then you did Karen or Linda, I want to thank you for letting me be your sister. I know you watched over me more then you did the others. I know when mom and dad where away you would always come by and make sure i was safe, had medicine, and food. Without you I dont know what would of happened. I remember when I needed money for my insulin and I did not ask you, I got sick and boy where you mad. I never reliazed that you were always there for me until then. I did forget that you were there for me until you pasted away, but now all those times you were looking out for me comes to mind. that was the type of man you were, always looking out for the ones you cared most about. We might not of always known what Bob was thinking, but we knew you cared. That is what i miss most about you being gone, besides your crazy stories of how you raised your self.
Well Bob I love you and miss you. It has almost been a whole year. I miss you more now then what I did when you left us. I told mom the other day that you were only 49, way to young to be gone. I hate thinking about the pain you must of been feeling, or how scared you were just knowing that you were not going to be able to expercence the things most people enjoy experciencing. Like seeing your grand children grow, go to school, you teaching them the things you loved to do. I feel for them because they will never get that chance to know you. they will only have what memories they have of you, and the stories they hear from others. But you were taken from them when they were young.
Im closing now, missing you and wishing you were still here.
Your little sister,
Trina