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The hardest thing I’ve ever had to write...

I asked for miracles the last 7 months and then I realized I had a miracle for the last 41 years. You always had my back. You always looked out for us. You broke your back to make sure we had what we needed. You were quietly the life of the party and always a good listener and a shoulder for people to cry on.

From Island Rd to Rhode Island and from Darby to the UK, you made an impact on people’s lives. These past 7 months have tested every emotion we have and you and your kids never stopped fighting. I’m gonna miss our talks, your calls, your funny texts, your little gifts from out of nowhere, your road rage, your I don’t care what people think attitude, your cooking, our road trips, and just the true pleasure of being your son. I didn’t think our journey would end this soon, but I am so thankful that I came into this world with such a beautiful and strong woman. If I had to do it all over again I wouldn’t want more things, I wouldn’t want more money, I wouldn’t want a bigger house...all I would want is one more hug, one more meal with you, one more pat on the back of my head and one more kiss on my cheek and hearing you call me your son, the prince.

I hope you already have your chair on the beach, toes in the sand, and you, Pop Pop, Mom Mom and John are having some laughs and cracking a few Pepsi’s. We always found our peace at the beach.

You’re the best mom. The best. I am truly going to miss every single part of you.

I love you.

Your Son, Bobby.


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