Bobby was not a baby...but, he was one of my babies.

Bobby was not a child....but, he was one of my children.

Bobby was an adult, married man with children of his own.   He was such a sweet, loving person as a child, and he was a devoted husband and dad.  His dad and I could not have asked for a better, more loving son.  Even as a small child, Bobby listened when he was spoken to.  As he grew into manhood, our hearts almost burst with pride.  When he went off into the U. S. Army, I cried.  I was so proud of him....yet did not want him to go....I was afraid I might loose him.   Bobby's was looked up to by his 2 sisters and his brother.  They thought he could do no wrong.  He always said that was hard to live up to.  He married a lovely woman and they gave us beautiful grandchildren.  It was a huge loss to his wife and children when he died, as it was to all of us. 

Since Bobby's death, his children have made him a grandpa to 5 precious little ones.  They will never get to know their grandpa Bobby.  And, he will never have the wonderful opportunity to love and spoil them.  But, they will know him!  Through word of mouth...pictures and telling them of their grandpa Bobby.   I wish with all my heart that they could know him as we did.  Before he started having such pain from the degenerative discs in his back.  They would be so proud of him....just as we are. 

With all the love in my heart.....