Lee Wicklund: I gotta say, thinking back on the whole time I knew him, I never saw him be anything but nice and happy. He was truly a nice guy. He will be missed. Godspeed my friend.
Roxana Chee: I can't believe it. We just saw you a year ago in our home last year. We were laughing because we found out we both went to school at PHS even tho we lived thousands of miles away. I still have your number in my wallet because we were going to call you once we got settled here in MS. I just got goose bumps. You were a nice, kind and patient man. R.I.P. Robert
David Donn: I never have been good at this. I sit here and think of all the good times I had with Bubba and the true friend he really is and still will be. I know that we will see each other again soon. Belinda know that I have been thinking of your family a lot and its pretty cool to see all the posts for you guys. Take care my friend and God be with you till we meet again
Kisha Bravin: I have no idea even what to say...
I will forever remember you being nice and kind to me when most of my world wasn't so nice and kind.
Looking at B's wall and seeing the outpouring of love and support for her and the funny memories of you make me know without a doubt the world lost a wonderful soul when it lost you.
I can't wait to see your smiling face again someday and hope you know how grateful that I am that you never treated me like all the rest!
Sleep peacefully my friend!
Paul Bebout: I just saw one of the FB updates Belinda posted, and I didn't even know you were gone, so I read the local news where you lived. Can't believe it! I was new to Page in '85 to do my senior year there, and even though we worked at Bashas' together, we didn't know each other very well. I've found so many people from Page... on FB I sent you a friend request a little while back . . . it was nice to find someone else from school years ago.I have no idea why these things happen--and I'm preparing to be a minister--but it sounds like your kids will be well taken care of by Belinda, and I'm sure that is comforting. I didn't even realize it, but we were born on the exact same day! What a trip! Thanks for your service during the first Gulf War. I was in the Air Force at the time but was never sent to Saudi, though what we did from afar in intel supported you guys over there. I'm very sorry and sad to hear that you are gone. RIP, buddy.
Kim Binder Holman: I just heard.....my heart is breaking for your family, for you Belinda, and for your children. We had great times in band, working at Bashas' together and in school. You were a joy to be around and your smile lit up the room. I have so many memories it is hard to pick one, but our getting in trouble at work with Tony V. and Dana Joy were some of the best. It was nice reconnecting with you a few years ago and hearing about your wonderful children. Rest in Peace....until we meet again.
Sophia Noriega Gorke: Bubbaloo, wow I just heard and my heart is breaking. I remember my first day in the 5th grade pod. There weren't enough desks, so I was put at the table in the back with you. You said "welcome" and gave me that mega-watt smile. I will never forget Christmas day our senior year ... you were there for me when I was at my lowest. Thanks so much!! The reunion will not be same without you! "Never Say Goodbye" Until we meet again in heaven . . . .
Randy Cliburn: I will miss you my friend. I know we haven't been in touch very often but I have fond memories of chasing girls in Kanab with you and Jody. You took that white Ranger to places in the desert I didn't know existed. My favorite memory is the one where you were picking on me for being messed up and told me I had bugs in my hair. I must have scratched for hours. Rest In Peace Brother!!
Joe McPhail: I remember the times we spent as kids.....Bubba, you and Belinda were my first friends I made moving to Page, AZ in October 31, 1975 living on Birch Street. I remember those baseball games in that vacant lot next to your house, all those forts and bike race tracks we built. With all those memories you won’t be forgotten my friend. Prayers are with you and your family.
Shawn Natonabah: Going to miss you Bubba. Last time we saw each other was in highschool. Even before that in little league, jr.high football, you were always cool to me. Always a nice guy.
Julie Wiese: Bubba, thank you for your friendship, my favorite picture of you, leaving for senior trip, your trucker hat, sunglasses and big bubba smile. Rest in peace, love and peace to your family.
Tony Sorensen: I will always remember Bubba's smile and the twinkle in his eye that accompanied it. I remember the old little league baseball days and how "serious business" those baseball games were to Bubba.
Your children and family are in our prayers. You will be missed!!
Wendy Mitchell: I just found out and my heart is broken. I'm so sorry, you were taken from this earth way too soon. We're all praying for your beautiful children and family to hold strong. I remember talking with you for hours after Deb passed away and sharing many tears, seeing to it that you stayed strong for yourself and your beautiful children. I was worried about you for a long time. Now it’s us who have to say goodbye to you. I'll miss you, but I have so many memories from HS that make me smile. Rest peacefully my friend. We love you.
Ralph Martyn: Bubba you will be missed. Remembering all the times we rode ATV's together when we were kids. RIP brother.
Maureen Kennelly Jones: I enjoyed our recent talks on FB and I looked forward to seeing you in June. It seems like we should be back on Birch street running around barefoot playing football in the front yard again....you always took that "touch" football a little too far!! ;) I love you buddy! RIP
Darci Supernaw-Panu: So many childhood memories are rushing back... you were always there when I needed you, so important in those days. You took me to my first PROM!! I won't forget you......R.I.P
Jennifer Bancroft Elton: This makes me really sad....I have some good memories of you driving me home from school as I thought maybe you felt sorry for me walking home by all myself. It always made me feel like you had a good heart to do that when I was a freshman and you were a senior. RIP Bubba...I will pray for your children.
Jaime Woods: Oh this makes me sick! I have such wonderful memories of our friendship, mister. You could make us angry, make us laugh, make us pull our hair out! But, in the end, we'd still love ya! (How did you finesse that one?) You were such a fun person to be around and you had such a wicked sense of humor - never afraid to dog ...yourself either! I will miss you - I will definitely miss you - I am cherishing the photo I have of you when you were in the Army - you were such a show off but that was just what made you such a fun friend!
Chris Chef: I just found out about Bubba. I can't imagine what you and your family have been going through. I still have fond memories of playing Little League with you and Bubba with your dad as our coach. I remember how I looked up to him at that age. He'll be missed by many. My prayers go out to you and his children.
Srechko Mokhesi Lucky: Belinda My Prayers are with you and your family, you are a strong woman hold on to that in this tough time, Bubba's work here is done and great work he did as you can see by the outpour of friends he touched. Bubba thanks for taking time to know me and the rides in the ford truck that always smelled good…rest easy my friend.
Chandler Buckley: Hey Bell. I can't imagine your pain, or anger... I thought long and hard about bubba last night and came to the conclusion that I don't have one bad memory of him.. The man was an icon even if it was with just the ladies... Bubba has touched so many Hearts that he will live on forever in all of us... and this morning was heavy with heart and tears However I think of Bubba and what ya know I'm smiling again.. Just remember NO ONE cold sport a ball cap like Bubba take off that hat and Perfect Hair.... Love you Belinda...........
Kerri Clarke Felix: We all try to think of words to say to make this situation easier..... I read all of the comments and see how thoughtful and caring everyone is. Page has raised some AMAZING people! We are all so lucky to have shared in the memories of those we have lost. We've all grown and gone in many different directions, but never forget those who have impacted our lives at one time or another! What FUN we all had..I am glad to have known Bubba and will always remember that goofy band uniform! I am truly sorry for your loss. May you find comfort in the words of all of your friends and all who love you so much. Take Care! Xoxo
Ann Marie D'Onofrio: Belinda, words cannot express the sadness I'm feeling right now. I have such fond memories of Bubba always coming over the junior high to visit me in Spanish class during his lunch. What a special guy who will definitely have a special place in Heaven. Hugs to you and your family.
Alisa Church Hahn: I can't believe it. He and Kevin were the first people I met when I moved to Page in 7th grade. I am so sorry.
Jan Gardner Bueler: Belinda- I am so sorry. Bubba loved to tease me in Geometry! He is a great guy and will be truly missed. Lots of love and prayers from all of us from Page!
Phil Burgess: I will always remember when Bubba went hauling ass into the Holiday Inn and ran his truck into a the ass end of a boat. We gave him so much shit for that. To this day, he is the only one i know who hit a boat out of the water.....lol. Good times.
Tasca Crane: The main thing I remember about Bubba was that he and Belinda both were very polite kids, we used to chuckle at them because they said "sir" "ma'am" Mr and Mrs. I think back now and think what a wonderful thing to have these days!!!! Manners! Be kind to everyone you meet and never forget the people who touched your li...ves, no matter how big or how small.
Belinda, all my love and thoughts and prayers are with you and Steph and Eric
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Memories of Bubba
I think my first memory of Bubba is from a slumber party at Belinda's house. We must have been in 6th or 7th grade which would of course maKe Bubba in 8th or 9th grade. I remember Bubba hanging out with us the whole night. He was part of the group. He watched movies with us, played all the slumber party games that we played then and he even slept out in the front room with us.
When we were in high school and my best friend, Jenni, decided it would be fun to get me drunk for my 16th birthday (which I don't recommend), Bubba was there. We went to "The White House". I don't remember much of the night, but I do remember that Bubba was there making sure that we were safe and made it home okay. He even resisted the advances of one girl who was very intoxicated.
I have other flash memories of him in band, in the hallways at school, in his truck around town...and when I remember him, I can't help but smile because that was what he always did. He had the remarkable ability to fit in with any crowd (even his sister's pre-teen friends), take care of those in need, not take unfair advantage in situations and make people smile and feel good about themselves.
I would like to share a poem with you called "The Rose Beyond the Wall"
The Rose Beyond the Wall
by A.L. Fink
Near shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride;
It followed the light through the crevice-length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view,
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay, let us faith and hope receive;
The rose still grows beyond the wall,
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
I know that Bubba is now "blooming" on the other side just as he did here and will continue to do in the hearts of those who knew him.
Michelle (McCauslin) Lalanne
When we were in high school and my best friend, Jenni, decided it would be fun to get me drunk for my 16th birthday (which I don't recommend), Bubba was there. We went to "The White House". I don't remember much of the night, but I do remember that Bubba was there making sure that we were safe and made it home okay. He even resisted the advances of one girl who was very intoxicated.
I have other flash memories of him in band, in the hallways at school, in his truck around town...and when I remember him, I can't help but smile because that was what he always did. He had the remarkable ability to fit in with any crowd (even his sister's pre-teen friends), take care of those in need, not take unfair advantage in situations and make people smile and feel good about themselves.
I would like to share a poem with you called "The Rose Beyond the Wall"
The Rose Beyond the Wall
by A.L. Fink
Near shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride;
It followed the light through the crevice-length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view,
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay, let us faith and hope receive;
The rose still grows beyond the wall,
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
I know that Bubba is now "blooming" on the other side just as he did here and will continue to do in the hearts of those who knew him.
Michelle (McCauslin) Lalanne
Thursday, May 20, 2010
memories
Uncle Robert i first want to say i love you and think of you everyday, i guess you can say the only thing that keeps me from breaking down is that now your with Aunt Debbie once again in heaven. I still remember when i was like 6 or 7 years old you were in the pool and i jumped in and you picked me up over your head and threw me into the deep end, haha i miss those days. I also remember being in you and aunt debbies room playing atv offroad fury for hours.
I found out that you don't know what you have until its gone years ago when aunt debbie passed and now that lesson is coming back to me. I now look back to my childhood and how you were one of the greatest uncles to me. I know for fact you loved me because of how you were always there for all my birthday parties and you even went to my first communion.
You were true family to me and always will be for ever. I will look out for Steph and Eric for you, I'm going to protect and love them just like you always did and always will. I love you Uncle Robert and you will be in my thoughts always
Love Joey
I found out that you don't know what you have until its gone years ago when aunt debbie passed and now that lesson is coming back to me. I now look back to my childhood and how you were one of the greatest uncles to me. I know for fact you loved me because of how you were always there for all my birthday parties and you even went to my first communion.
You were true family to me and always will be for ever. I will look out for Steph and Eric for you, I'm going to protect and love them just like you always did and always will. I love you Uncle Robert and you will be in my thoughts always
Love Joey
Saturday, May 15, 2010
To Steph and Eric
Steph and Eric,
There's some great stories posted here about your Dad. I especially love the ones about the early years in Page. I didn't know your Dad back then and he would talk about that time often but I couldn’t really relate. I grew up in New York eons away from Page, Arizona. However, when your Dad and I worked together, you would have thought we had grown up together because we became very good friends in no time. I have some amazing stories of your Dad and me making business trips, traveling around the country for our job, Leapfrog.
I wanted to share one story in particular with you, not only because it was one of my favorites and a great learning experience but also because it highlighted what an incredible, irreplaceable talent your Dad was indeed. We were attending a large meeting in Chicago for a group called Catalyst. This meeting was attended by hundreds of people. Your Dad had a good relationship with the coordinator of the event, Bruce. On the second day of the meeting I was standing with your Dad as he was discussing the schedule for the day with Bruce. He pointed out that today was the presentations day where companies like Leapfrog were to stand up on the stage in front of all of the events attendees and make a speech...a 15 minute speech. Bruce asked your Dad and me what we had prepared. Your Dad, without missing a beat said that we were going to talk about the importance of electronic medical records. Now mind you...there was no speech. We hadn't prepared one! We had 1 hour to change that. No sooner did Bruce look the other way that your Dad grabbed me and we made an escape to the hotel room. In the next 45 minutes, we wrote a 15 minute speech. If you want to know how long a 15 minute speech is - try to speak for 1 minute straight about a single topic and multiply that by 15!!
Your Dad strutted up to that stage, one hour from speaking with Bruce and spoke with such confidence and poise. He didn't have much time to look over the script we wrote so he free flowed for a lot of it. The point he made was that life will throw curve balls your way and how you handle them is what defines your character. Your Dad had the character of Superman, impervious to challenges thrown at him. I sat in the audience in awe of him, wanting to achieve his level of talent one day.
Each of you has that gift. It was passed down by your Dad to you. Whenever you have doubt, you're afraid of making a misstep, I want you to think about that gift from your Dad. Fearless, resilience, perseverance. The both of you will accomplish great things in your life. I would never doubt a Cline.
Love Always,
Your friend forever,
Rich McBride
There's some great stories posted here about your Dad. I especially love the ones about the early years in Page. I didn't know your Dad back then and he would talk about that time often but I couldn’t really relate. I grew up in New York eons away from Page, Arizona. However, when your Dad and I worked together, you would have thought we had grown up together because we became very good friends in no time. I have some amazing stories of your Dad and me making business trips, traveling around the country for our job, Leapfrog.
I wanted to share one story in particular with you, not only because it was one of my favorites and a great learning experience but also because it highlighted what an incredible, irreplaceable talent your Dad was indeed. We were attending a large meeting in Chicago for a group called Catalyst. This meeting was attended by hundreds of people. Your Dad had a good relationship with the coordinator of the event, Bruce. On the second day of the meeting I was standing with your Dad as he was discussing the schedule for the day with Bruce. He pointed out that today was the presentations day where companies like Leapfrog were to stand up on the stage in front of all of the events attendees and make a speech...a 15 minute speech. Bruce asked your Dad and me what we had prepared. Your Dad, without missing a beat said that we were going to talk about the importance of electronic medical records. Now mind you...there was no speech. We hadn't prepared one! We had 1 hour to change that. No sooner did Bruce look the other way that your Dad grabbed me and we made an escape to the hotel room. In the next 45 minutes, we wrote a 15 minute speech. If you want to know how long a 15 minute speech is - try to speak for 1 minute straight about a single topic and multiply that by 15!!
Your Dad strutted up to that stage, one hour from speaking with Bruce and spoke with such confidence and poise. He didn't have much time to look over the script we wrote so he free flowed for a lot of it. The point he made was that life will throw curve balls your way and how you handle them is what defines your character. Your Dad had the character of Superman, impervious to challenges thrown at him. I sat in the audience in awe of him, wanting to achieve his level of talent one day.
Each of you has that gift. It was passed down by your Dad to you. Whenever you have doubt, you're afraid of making a misstep, I want you to think about that gift from your Dad. Fearless, resilience, perseverance. The both of you will accomplish great things in your life. I would never doubt a Cline.
Love Always,
Your friend forever,
Rich McBride
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Amazing hair, celebrity smile, and blue eyes
Donalyn (Lane) Shock
Class of 1987
I have tried and tried to put the words together to help express how I am feeling about the loss of Bubba—a friend, a classmate, a father, a family man, and so many, many more things to so many people.
Though I have not seen him since graduation, he is still a part of my memories and of course, a part of our special Page family. Like all of us, I believe, that the foundation we built in Page will last through the eternities. If I ever came across someone from Page who was in need, it would not matter whether we had been in recent contact or not. The bonds of friendship from Page have been forged forever. It is a very special gift we all are a part of.
As if it were yesterday, I can still picture the Bubba I knew in our youth--his amazing hair, a celebrity smile, and blazing blue eyes. Bubba and I were in a lot of classes together and I remember he was so much fun to be around. His humor helped the time pass quickly in some of our more boring classes. I am struggling to think of just one time that I ever saw him down, sad, or angry. He was always so happy.
One of the biggest attributes I remember about him, is how he treated women with so much respect. On occasion, someone would use foul language or tell an off-colored joke when I was around. If Bubba heard it, he would say, “Hey, don’t talk like that in front of Dona. She doesn’t do that.” I never told him, but I was so grateful to him for stepping in and I admired him for having the courage to do that for me. Although, for Bubba, it wasn’t courage, it was just who he was. Bubba was a friend to everyone.
I remember a time when a guy asked me to go out with him and I told him I wouldn’t date until I was sixteen. The boy’s reaction was to call me a “Bitch.” The next day, Bubba told him to apologize or he would beat him up. I, of course, received an apology.
Bubba, you are going to be greatly missed. It hurts me that you are gone, I can’t imagine what it must feel like to the people you were close too. I know you will be watching over your sister and your children. May your legacy live forever and your memory be honored.
Class of 1987
I have tried and tried to put the words together to help express how I am feeling about the loss of Bubba—a friend, a classmate, a father, a family man, and so many, many more things to so many people.
Though I have not seen him since graduation, he is still a part of my memories and of course, a part of our special Page family. Like all of us, I believe, that the foundation we built in Page will last through the eternities. If I ever came across someone from Page who was in need, it would not matter whether we had been in recent contact or not. The bonds of friendship from Page have been forged forever. It is a very special gift we all are a part of.
As if it were yesterday, I can still picture the Bubba I knew in our youth--his amazing hair, a celebrity smile, and blazing blue eyes. Bubba and I were in a lot of classes together and I remember he was so much fun to be around. His humor helped the time pass quickly in some of our more boring classes. I am struggling to think of just one time that I ever saw him down, sad, or angry. He was always so happy.
One of the biggest attributes I remember about him, is how he treated women with so much respect. On occasion, someone would use foul language or tell an off-colored joke when I was around. If Bubba heard it, he would say, “Hey, don’t talk like that in front of Dona. She doesn’t do that.” I never told him, but I was so grateful to him for stepping in and I admired him for having the courage to do that for me. Although, for Bubba, it wasn’t courage, it was just who he was. Bubba was a friend to everyone.
I remember a time when a guy asked me to go out with him and I told him I wouldn’t date until I was sixteen. The boy’s reaction was to call me a “Bitch.” The next day, Bubba told him to apologize or he would beat him up. I, of course, received an apology.
Bubba, you are going to be greatly missed. It hurts me that you are gone, I can’t imagine what it must feel like to the people you were close too. I know you will be watching over your sister and your children. May your legacy live forever and your memory be honored.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Bubba the drummer boy
I've put off writing my memories for a couple reasons. First, everytime I think of him the tears blur my vision and I'm afraid they will short out my keyboard. Second, I have so many that I don't know where to start. I will address this to Stephanie and Eric. You don't know me, but I know your Aunt Belinda and I knew your dad very well. We all grew up together in the little town of Page, AZ. At the time, we really thought it sucked because we were somewhat isolated from the rest of the world, but as you will soon learn, Page was a sort of magical place. It was a place that was small and didn't have much to do. Because of that, we had to make our own fun. Believe it or not, some of the funnest things we did was just "cruise" up and down the main streets of town. Your dad was a blast to cruise with. I am the same age as your Aunt Belinda, so your dad had his license before we did. Long before it was legal for me to drive, I was cruising the streets of Page with your dad. Once again, there wasn't alot to do in Page so we would find spots in the desert and make our own parties. Your dad was my ride on many occassions. I had a curfew on the weekends, but if I went home and asked my mom if I could stay out later she would only say "yes" if I was with your dad. My mom thought he was the cutest boy ever! Once I got into high school, I joined the drum section of the band. Playing drums with your dad was a blast! He was so good, and he was a lot of fun too. The album 5150 by Van Halen will forever remind me of your dad. When it first came out, he brought it over to my house and told me I HAD to listen to the "new" Van Halen with Sammy Hagar. He let me keep his brand new tape (yes, they were tapes back then) for a few weeks until I was sure to have memorized the whole thing. That was my favorite tape to listen to on some of the "cruisin" nights in the little, magical town of Page. Stephanie and Eric, your dad was very special and as a teenager he was sweet, he was funny, he was nice, and he was pretty cute. He was ALWAYS a great friend. I hope these stories and memories help your dad live on for you and let you see him in the way we saw him. I am so proud to be a part of the "family" that the little town of Page produced, and as Bubba's children....you will always be a part of our family too. You are loved by so many people that you have never and may never meet....all because of the wonderful man that was so proud to be your father. Our Bubba....and your daddy. Love, Jennifer Cordery
The First Car I Ever Bought by Myself
Robert:
I had a blast living with you and Debbie for about a year and a half. You guys were newly married, yet you opened your little apartment up and welcomed me into your family. We hung out together, ate together and just enjoyed spending time talking about life. You two always had advice for me and tried to steer my 21 year old self in the right direction. You and Debbie were both working two jobs at the time, and so was I, but the way I remember it, we always ate dinner together. We didn't all try that hard to do it that way, but that's how it worked out and it was so much FUN!
I wanted to buy a new car. You, of course, loved few things in life more than new cars. I needed someone to go buy it with me so I didn't get a bad deal. You volunteered so fast, you would have thought they were giving cars away. I wanted a green Neon. We drove off the lot, rolled down the windows (I had power windows now, WOW!) and cranked up that brand new radio loud enough to blow out the speakers. We spent the next hour driving the 15 minute trip back to the apartment. The first song to come on the radio was "Gel" by Collective Soul. We were having a great time, both banging the beat on the steering wheel and dash.
Partly because of that day, and partly for other reasons, one of my favorite things to do when I am in Florida is to drive around with the windows down and the stereo cranked up jamming out some great 80's and 90's rock. Now, more than ever, I will think of you whenever I get the chance to do that.
FYI, I thought about talking about your awesome relationship with your kids, how devoted you are to family and your great attitude towards everything life has ever thrown at you. I thought about getting all sappy and sentimental. I guess I did a little of that on my previous post. I wanted to talk about how you always lived your life with so much energy. I really wanted to talk about how your smile extended across your whole face and into your eyes, like someone who just loved living. Lots of people will do that. This post is just a story about any given day, and how you just always found the fun and excitement in everything, even buying a car.
I love you and miss you, Uncle Robert.
Dena
I had a blast living with you and Debbie for about a year and a half. You guys were newly married, yet you opened your little apartment up and welcomed me into your family. We hung out together, ate together and just enjoyed spending time talking about life. You two always had advice for me and tried to steer my 21 year old self in the right direction. You and Debbie were both working two jobs at the time, and so was I, but the way I remember it, we always ate dinner together. We didn't all try that hard to do it that way, but that's how it worked out and it was so much FUN!
I wanted to buy a new car. You, of course, loved few things in life more than new cars. I needed someone to go buy it with me so I didn't get a bad deal. You volunteered so fast, you would have thought they were giving cars away. I wanted a green Neon. We drove off the lot, rolled down the windows (I had power windows now, WOW!) and cranked up that brand new radio loud enough to blow out the speakers. We spent the next hour driving the 15 minute trip back to the apartment. The first song to come on the radio was "Gel" by Collective Soul. We were having a great time, both banging the beat on the steering wheel and dash.
Partly because of that day, and partly for other reasons, one of my favorite things to do when I am in Florida is to drive around with the windows down and the stereo cranked up jamming out some great 80's and 90's rock. Now, more than ever, I will think of you whenever I get the chance to do that.
FYI, I thought about talking about your awesome relationship with your kids, how devoted you are to family and your great attitude towards everything life has ever thrown at you. I thought about getting all sappy and sentimental. I guess I did a little of that on my previous post. I wanted to talk about how you always lived your life with so much energy. I really wanted to talk about how your smile extended across your whole face and into your eyes, like someone who just loved living. Lots of people will do that. This post is just a story about any given day, and how you just always found the fun and excitement in everything, even buying a car.
I love you and miss you, Uncle Robert.
Dena
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