Robbie was a father. He was a kisser of boo boos and a professional fort builder. He was the dad who let her paint his nails and style his hair. He was the father who kept a good relationship with the mother of his daughter, even though they had both moved on.
Robbie was a son. He was a receiver of good morning texts and a fellow lover of classic rock. He was the son who was also the best friend.
Robbie was a grandson. He was a requester of chewies and long phone calls after work. He was the type of grandson who was always there, because he wanted to be, not because he needed to be.
Robbie was a musician. He was creative and focused. He was dedicated and willing to learn. He was passionate and talented. He was the player of background music in our house.
Robbie was a friend. He was an inside joke that never got old. He was the life of the party, and never met a stranger. He was a storyteller and a prankster. He was an acoustic song being played around a campfire after a college football game in September. He was the one who was going to take 50 selfies on your phone if you left it beside him. He was the person who always wanted to help, but did so with the utmost humility.
Robbie was the person I was madly in love with. He was the other half of me. Robbie was a late night drive, sing along session. He was the pain in my cheeks from smiling. He was the advice giver. He was the Netflix binge watcher. He was the sunlight that shines through the blinds and illuminates the room. He was my first roommate. His heart beat was my night time lullaby. He was high school love that turned to adult love.
Robbie was happiness and you couldn’t help but feel happiness when around him.
Robbie was independent and determined. He was 23 when he passed. His favorite band was Green Day. His favorite food was pizza. Seinfeld and Psych were his favorite shows. He was the one who named our first kitten, Tre. He could recite all the lines to The Dark Knight. He would spend countless hours in his man cave playing guitar and writing music. He was the most confident person I have ever met, and didn’t try to please anyone by the way he lived his life.
Robbie was many things to many different people, but he is not, nor will he ever be, just his death.
Hello my name is Bernice Jenkins and I work with Robbies Dad, what can I say I new Robbie just by going into his work place , but working with his Dad every day it felt like I was family, no one ever wants to go through this in life but we can’t question God either, We serve a God and I know it hurts but you all are strong, I don’t think I could have been this strong, but just remember the good times and God will continue to keep you in his care….:
Robbie and Phylesha – so strong and united together. We expected a wedding invitation soon, not a funeral notice. Phylesha, why did he have to go? I do understand depression – it’s been my constant companion, most of my life.
This is perfect. Love you flea.