This Memorial Day is far different than those of years ago. This one is personal although it was not through an act of war. We've met some wonderful young men and women who serve our country as they came to the service for Robby.
There was a group of 12 out on a sunny day riding their motorcycles. I didn't know this until Friday as I thought he was alone when he died. This gives all of us a lot of peace knowing he was surrounded by his best buddies. We got to spend a lot of time over the past few days with these young men. We broke bread together, laughed together and you bet, cried together. Our country is in good hands.
This is the tribute I wrote for his On-line Obituary. If any of you would like to post a comment, the link is on my Facebook page. Again, thanks so much for your prayers, support and well-wishes.
Life sometimes hands us such sadness we think we will break under the sheer weight of it. Death reaches out to wrench from us our very hearts, but we must keep going. There's no rest for this, no stopping.
My children have been given the saddest of all tasks; losing a son. My heart has broken watching them as they grieve his loss, but the love they have for each other will help them endure it.
My sweet Robby has touched so many lives and hearts. He had so many wonderful friends who will keep his memory alive. They'll relive the goofy things they did and treasure each joke, each moment of laughter a thousand times, repeated through time... The young men and women with whom he served his country - his brothers and sisters at arms - they'll remember all of the days spent abroad in places they'll never forget nor want to return to. Some will return willingly because they love this country and are so very willing to give it all they have, in some cases, their lives. We honor you.
I was able to share some very special moments of time - too fleeting - with Robby a few months ago. Just watching his expressions as he talked, the spark in his eyes, his willingness to share with me his thoughts as he talked about his future and which path he would take, and how much he loved being with "the guys." Robby had an enormous capacity for love. He was always prepared to give of it freely and without conditions. That is a gift. My grandson occupies a place in my heart that I will treasure as long as I walk this earth.
Here is a gift to all of you from the one who gives us peace: "Let us, therefore, come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." --- Hebrews 4:16