The Day The Music Died
Friday, March 30, 2007
ROB would so ask me, "What in the hell are you thinking girl???" And then proceed to tell me a great story or two about the evil cat creature when I called and told him about the damn cats Joey got the kids. But you know...I'd take any ass chewing he gave out if I could just pick up the phone and call him again....I used to call him every Sunday...I still have some Sundays it seems something is missing...I try to put a finger on it...and then it hits me....it's him...he's not there for me to call anymore....and this is my melancholy little post about a man that meant the world to me. I hate he's not here to see my new house, to "show those boys how to shoot a deer outta the bedroom window" like he promised....he wasn't here when I boiled that huge batch of peanuts when we first moved in....I know others miss him also, and I've not posted about missing him, I guess 'cuz I felt I didn't have the right....but dammit....I miss him....Joey did hit the nail on the head when he said, "Some people talk and talk and you don't hear a damn thing and others, you should just shut up and listen because you'll learn something. Rob's one of those you should just shut up and listen to, because you'll learn a lot." I read a post Sam wrote where she said she missed her dad....Sam so do I.
Labels: Friend, Gut Rumbles, Rob
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