May 2015
Bobby,
I miss you man. You got your wings to fly to infinity,
Rather than have your feet roam this land. A few days before you passed, I saw you sitting with a smile in my dreams. That still frame I now hold onto, and it assists in keeping me at ease. Few saw the connections in your head rewiring. It's still hard to imagine your body retiring. Though your pistons are no longer firing, your soul yet flows. Energy can never be destroyed, and so it goes, always in motion. Had we had the clairvoyance to see the outcome, I'd liketo think we would run to you with the potion. Sometimes it's hard to see beyond the confines of self. These sobering moments make us realize we are always able to offer help. ****** buried under the skin now effects the nerves of us all. You were bigger than your body, and now we know that no impact is too small. I heard you saved a life, just before you lost yours. Reminding us to spread our light, forever on this course. As action put perspective into hypothetical contemplation, I wonder if there would still be the funeral if we had one more conversation. Inadvertently, you brought so many together. There we stood with heads bowed down under the rain in a gloomy Tuesday's weather. The images inside were thought-provoking. But at a loss, many of us stood outside smoking. Holding onto a little glimpse of forever, seeing your body at rest to which you were no longer tethered. You are remembered, and we thank you for the memories. You shared all you were given, life's simple pleasantries. Like I envisioned, I wished I would have spoken at your service. Lingering on your siblings' words, maybe I got nervous. Where most see a dead-end, eye like to see a new life with purpose. So I take a deep breath from my chest and offer blessings to your fresh start. Just know all of us are honored to be a part of your journey, which is eternally embedded in our hearts~
Thank you Bobby,
Talk to you later.
Much love
I miss you man. You got your wings to fly to infinity,
Rather than have your feet roam this land. A few days before you passed, I saw you sitting with a smile in my dreams. That still frame I now hold onto, and it assists in keeping me at ease. Few saw the connections in your head rewiring. It's still hard to imagine your body retiring. Though your pistons are no longer firing, your soul yet flows. Energy can never be destroyed, and so it goes, always in motion. Had we had the clairvoyance to see the outcome, I'd liketo think we would run to you with the potion. Sometimes it's hard to see beyond the confines of self. These sobering moments make us realize we are always able to offer help. ****** buried under the skin now effects the nerves of us all. You were bigger than your body, and now we know that no impact is too small. I heard you saved a life, just before you lost yours. Reminding us to spread our light, forever on this course. As action put perspective into hypothetical contemplation, I wonder if there would still be the funeral if we had one more conversation. Inadvertently, you brought so many together. There we stood with heads bowed down under the rain in a gloomy Tuesday's weather. The images inside were thought-provoking. But at a loss, many of us stood outside smoking. Holding onto a little glimpse of forever, seeing your body at rest to which you were no longer tethered. You are remembered, and we thank you for the memories. You shared all you were given, life's simple pleasantries. Like I envisioned, I wished I would have spoken at your service. Lingering on your siblings' words, maybe I got nervous. Where most see a dead-end, eye like to see a new life with purpose. So I take a deep breath from my chest and offer blessings to your fresh start. Just know all of us are honored to be a part of your journey, which is eternally embedded in our hearts~
Thank you Bobby,
Talk to you later.
Much love
1/11/93 - 4/28/15 Rest peacefully brother.
