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Little Robert
I can hear Robert in my mind and in my heart right now. I can hear Robert at various ages saying "Aunt Becky", it always struck me when I heard him say my name, his voice was quiet as a child; he was never as rambunctious as his cousins, then as he matured it became deeper a little at a time, but just the way he said it and expressed it "Aunt Becky" he always struck me as the most respectful young person I knew. No matter what was going on if the others weren’t listening, Robert always was. Robert, Angela and Joey were close in age, therefore, they were always at each others side – playing, laughing, and sometimes getting into mischief. Robert never ever got into trouble or talked back or struck out at anyone else. His father would not allow that. I know being raised by his Dad was difficult at times, but somehow the bond and the love is always stronger when a son is raised by his Dad. Robert was always so respectful and polite, like the time when both he and his Dad came to stay with us for a couple of weeks. We all know how much Steve loves food, how much he can eat, and how many times he told us he doesn’t like to cook and only has cereal to eat…well, they were at my house, and I wanted to be the mother or whatever, but I cooked more than I do normally, because I wanted to spoil them and give them something that they don’t get everyday – unless they go to Nana’s.
I cooked, I cleaned, etc., and Robert would come over and ask me if I needed help, ask me not to worry about doing things for him and his Dad, not to cook, not to wait on them, etc. After I explained to him that it was not work, that I was enjoying myself, he told me " Aunt Becky you’re spoiling us and we’re not used to this". He insisted on picking up his dishes and his Dad’s, taking out the trash, doing whatever he could to earn his keep. He never had to earn his keep with me I missed him when he left and now I know why. He was so sweet and had a special persona about him, no matter how tough he was supposed to be. He needed that little bit of spoiling and I’ll treasure that time forever.
I can now hear his words again, and my heart sinks all the way down to my belly. I wish I could take away all the hurt and pain, but I know I can’t all I can do is feel my heart-break and take solace in the knowledge that he is in a better place, and that where he is there is no pain, no fights, no disappointments. He is in the most beautiful place of all! He is our angel and he no longer has to understand the ways of this world. He is now at peace and will forever be.
My memories
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