Here we go again, Friday morning. Now I won't repeat that same old line I use all the time. That time is flying by, but alas it is. So the weekend looms ahead. I hear the weather should be good. So enjoy.
On April 9th 1959. Robert Everett was born. To us that knew and loved him, he was Bobby. Bobby had a sense of humor, he was hard working and had a gentle spirit. Bobby was a kind young man who had knew many disappointments and spent many years trying to fit into a mold of what people wanted him to be. he was never able to make everyone happy. Many judged him without ever really getting to know him and what a great guy he was. If they never gave him chance. They were the loser.
My daughter Billie and him were not quite two months apart in age and were always best friends. She loved him and he loved her. When they were about three a friend of ours Nancy lived a block down from Mom. Dixie was at our house one day visiting Mom. The two little ones were outside playing. When Mom went to look for them, they were gone. I was at work. Mom and Dixie went hollering around the neighborhood looking for them. They were both scared to death. Dixie looked up the street ans saw them in the next block, in Nancy's yard. Mom started after them, she was so upset. Because she was so scared. When she got to them she hollered, "You two get home now." She reached down and swatted Billie on the butt. Mom said Bobby started laughing because Grandma Pearl had never spanked him and he didn't believe she would. She caught up with him and gave him a swat too. Mom said he looked at her in disbelief and started crying. His fat little legs taking him back to the house and his Mother.
They were sidekicks those two, Billie and Bobby. They did everything together. They told each other secrets, they went skating, movies. They lied for each other. Everyone said they even looked alike. Bobby spent lots of time at our house in their growing up years and we all loved him so.
When Bob become sick at age twenty-seven it was heartbreak for his Mother and all that loved him. I know it was a heavy heartache for Billie too. She spent the last year of his life driving her Aunt Dixie back and forth from here to Texas. When Bobby passed from this life, she sat on one side of his bed, his Mother on the other.
As I said Bobby was a gentle spirit. He could have lived his life in bitterness and anger at people who slighted him. But I for one never heard him complain or be bitter. I know when Bobby stepped from this life as we know it, there were many there to meet him. Oh yes I believe that to be true. And he never has had to face rejection from the people he cared about again. So Bobby you have been gone from us for twenty-two years. I would love to see you today. I know how proud you would be of all the kids. So Happy Birthday Bobby. You touched each of our life's and always will.
I am including a poem I wrote for Bobby in 1982. I know its not probably right to run in one of my own poems. But since its my Blog, I'm doing it anyway. It's called "Bobby's Song.
BOBBY'S SONG
Come walk with me, and be my friend.
And I will tell you tales.
Of empty days and lonely nights.
And silent trips to hell.
Though I walk a different path,
than others seem to go.
I do the very best I can.
Its the only way I know.
So walk with me and dream a dream,
If only for awhile.
Then maybe you will understand
That I am still God's child
And though I may be different
Than the world would have me be.
Be my friend,
For just a time.
Come and walk with me.
by Billye Swift
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