It was early Saturday morning (Feb 6^th) on the way back from work. Chris worked all day and all night (We have been hammered with snow and ice) restoring high voltage power lines and was on his way back home when he hit a patch of ice on the interstate. His truck spun wildly out of control, fell into a ravine and abruptly stopped after hitting a tree.

I suppose he was speeding. He liked to do that you know….

He died on the scene.

Chris leaves behind his wife and children.

I have known Chris all of his life. I don’t know what else to say.

That hurt.  

I think I’m done with this post.

Peace,

Bobby

Here is a picture of Kelly with Ginger. Not long after this picture was taken we had to put Ginger down. Kelly and Ginger had been best of friends since Kelly was 3 years old. Now all we have left is her memory and her ashes. I remember the day Ginger first came into our home. I also remember the day Ginger had to leave. I look back on these days between her life and death with a smile.

Today marks the second week in which she has been gone. The girls are not taking it well.

Death is a natural part of life. None of us know when our time is to come.

All we can do is make the most of today.

Peace,
Bobby

I was ecstatic about having my splints removed on Saturday.

My joy turned to anxiety as I quickly realized I must rehabilitate my left hand. On a lighter note over the past two months I have learned to play all kinds of crazy notes with my thumb, index finger and pinky on the guitar.

For a second I was feeling sorry for myself. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. This is just a small speed bump in the road of life. My problems are nothing.

Just the other day I noticed my next door neighbor had a very different haircut. I thought it was peculiar but then again she keeps to herself and only speaks when you initiate a conversation.

I also noticed that she has been entertaining visitors for the last few weeks. She has invited us to an art show in her home on Saturday.

This neighbor is our age and is an executive for a national bank. I noticed she has been at home more often than usual. Maybe she has been on vacation or something? Who knows?

Later this weekend I saw her through a window reading something in the kitchen. Her pretty hair was all gone!

I found out yesteday that she has stage three breast cancer and is in a battle for her very life. Stage three cancer gives you a 50/50 shot over the next 5 years.

My problems? Hell, I don’t have problems…What was I thinking?

You can’t write a check for a billion dollars worth of health. All you have is today. Make the most of it.

Peace be with you,

Bobby

We all walk a path called life.

Our paths cross and sometimes they cross for a lifetime. In many of these cases I do not know why our paths cross but accept it as a function of fate.

I met my wife playing the guitar when I was 17 years old at a fundraiser/dinner banquet. We were all trying to raise money to attend summer camp.

I was so scared to ask her out that I had one of my girl friends probe to see if she would even entertain the idea of going out on a date.

She said to my friend Ann if I called her she would consider making a new friend.

I called. She said yes, and we agreed on a date.

Strangely enough when her mother met me on the second date she looked at my wife and told her I was “The one”…

We fell in love during that very same summer camp in Lake Saranac, New York. It was June 16th 1981.

Fast forward….

Nurse Ratchet calls me crying because the Doctor has confirmed that she has gone through the change (menopause) at the early age of 45. She tells me she never wanted to be old. I tell her she is not old…She really isn’t.

I wish I could fix this. I cannot.

In my mind sometimes I am still 17 and she is my 17 year old girlfriend. Time has been kind to both of us and we are still very active.

Nobody really wants to grow old. I imagine this is a universal sentiment.

Make the most out of what you have.

Life isn’t about the stuff.

It is all about the journey.

I’ll see you on the path.

Peace,
Bobby