One-in-a-Million Friend
Rob’s been gone for three years today. It doesn’t seem possible. There are times when I still hear his voice or I think I see him somewhere.
Some people are timeless, dimensionless. I think he’ll always straddle here and beyond, knowing it both frustrates and delights those he visits.
Memories of him are vivid (even without archives). I can hear the laughter he and Quinton shared as they “wrassled” on the couch and waged wet willy wars. I can remember, too, the heartbreak when Rob was denied his son. Sometimes you just don’t get over something like that. I hope somehow, some way, he’s at peace and watching over his boy with pride. And I hope that he’s keeping everyone busy up there, chasing the cute “wimmen” angels and singing his songs. I know I still hear the music.
I can’t help but chase a tear or two at moments like this.
Southern drawl teases
Who’s your cracker now, darlin’?
Time to pick ‘n’ grin
I miss you, Rob. You were a one in a million friend.
My Door Is Always Open – by Rob Smith
My sympathies are with you. Friends are rare indeed.
Comment by The Gray Monk — 2009/06/26 @ 13:19
Three years already??? His was such a great mind. Hugs to you…
Comment by Mrs. Who — 2009/06/26 @ 13:48
I still remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the day he died. Even though I never met him in person, he was like a close friend. I think it was you who turned me on to his site. He was such a rambunctious character. I miss his daily ramblings.
Comment by DogsDontPurr — 2009/06/26 @ 14:31
that made me choke up a bit.
honey- i a sending you a bit of strength as these memories stir you up.
xoxox
Comment by vodkamom — 2009/06/26 @ 16:33
Indeed, we lost a great one. Miss Rob too.
Comment by Wichi Dude — 2009/06/26 @ 17:46
:(
Awww. Thinking ovf you.
Comment by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! — 2009/06/26 @ 22:32
Rob was an amazing man. Thankfully, memories of him are still strong.
:toast:
Comment by Da Goddess — 2009/06/27 @ 19:18