“The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.”
― Rob Liano
P.J. I didn’t get to spend much time with you nor did I have the opportunity to know you well–but I know my soul knew your soul.
I guess I always thought there’d be more time.
As God keeps pointing out to me, His time frame is not always the same as mine. And as my dear Michael reminds me, what God wants God gets.
Damn I wasn’t ready.
I will miss you, Paul James Robbins, with all my heart.
I will miss watching you sit quietly and listen. There wasn’t much that got by you in our little Pleasant Valley Community.
I knew I always had a spot around your table and you would always listen–not just listen but really hear what I was saying and often what I didn’t say. You were the older brother I always asked for. Oh how I wish I’d found you sooner.
I will miss our early morning emails where we’d share morning coffee together because I knew you’d be up and probably already on your second or third cup.
I will miss those big ol’ hugs and the simple fact you always told me you loved me.
It’s Friday afternoon so I’m betting the boys are meeting up at Larry’s where they will be missing you as well. I picture you looking down with Rascal by your side as you watch over us all.
Mickey and I will be raising a glass to you here in Texas. I am honored to have had the chance to call you friend. I love you.
“People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don’t die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters.”
― Matt Haig, How to Stop Time