Posted by Bob Greenberger on August 14, 2010
I have trouble comprehending that it was two years ago that we lost Robbie.
The first year was certainly difficult and this past week, Deb and I were preoccupied with thoughts about him and this day. On the one hand, we still can’t believe he is no longer a part of our life, and on the other, it also feels so long ago.
Time heals and it hurts less now but he remains a constant presence. I haven’t changed his picture from my wallpaper and reminders abound throughout the house. We talk about him but still find it difficult to tell new acquaintances that he lived and died. Our friends and family do look after us. Messages of remembrance began arriving yesterday and family has already called to check in.
We want to remember him today but not wallow in a deep depression. Today will be quiet, punctuated with some contact. We already walked this morning with our neighbor Tom and Deb has gone to her weekly knitting. Later, Jim and Jennifer will come for dinner and join us for a local jazz trio performance in town. In between, we will go visit his resting place and sitting quietly and contemplating what was and what might have been.
He remains much missed, not just by us, but by all he touched. That’s a pretty good legacy to have.