It was raining that day when I decided that I would go for a run. As it started to pour I wondered if I was ever going to get a job or out of my parents house. I was in fear that I was going nowhere. I decided that I should run the stairs so I could work on my quads. I came home and got the shower ready and had missed a phone call. Then a text from a now former friend that just read “Emergency 9-1-1!” I called and was told to listen to Bobby’s message; That message will always haunt me. I raced out of my house, darting through traffic to make sure what I heard on that message isn’t true. I called this former friend back only to hear to that he was gone. I pull into the lot of that park and just saw one of my friends sitting by the car and the former friend standing, surrounded by an ambulance and cops. It was still raining. It was May 17, 2010 and all my problems didn’t seem to matter at that time. I now had to figure what the hell we were going to do without him.
Two year’s ago today my good friend passed away. I had known Bobby since I was about 13 years old, just about to go into High School and he was 2 years behind me and was still kicking my ass at Halo. From then on, my friendship with him only grew. Most summer nights were spent on the phone talk through our paranoia of the world. By the time I was in College he was basically like my long lost brother. Hell at one point one my friends from LaRoche thought we were twins. I took it as a compliment, but its more of an insult to that kid. He was a great friend and would do anything for anyone. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
That first night I kept waking up and checking my phone and waiting till I fell asleep again. I was waiting for him to call me and it was all a joke. But it never came. I hope wherever you are, Bobby you are happy and safe. Love you man.