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it’s me

Written by patty on January 8th, 2009

You’ve always been with me.

Spending days with me and your nephews in the post September 11 lunacy. Fixing the heat in the Scooter on the way home from visiting Matthew in Maine in 1983. Telling me I was fucking up when I needed (not wanted) to hear it. Toasting my newly minted marriage as only you could.

And, Springsteen.

I am with you today, holding your hand.

I love you Robby.

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    Robby

    It doesn’t surprise me at all that I just happened to stop by here today. This felt wonderful to read.

    Of course we can save all the times I was a royal pain in the ass for another post.

    Vince is here with people he loves. In a few more hours, no more pain. I know it’s the right thing for a very old dog.

    I love you, too. Hug everyone in the house for me. Even, I guess, the cats.