Always on My Mind!

He was more than an uncle to me. Bobby Lee Rigney was my big brother, and I miss him more today than I did when I got the call at work on October 23, 2000, I hope and pray we will meet again in a Land where there are no heart problems, or kidney diseases. He was my uncle, my brother, my friend. We told each other secrets that no one will ever know. My earliest memory of him had to be when I was 3 or 4 years old and my parents got me a student guitar for Christmas. They had high hopes even then. Well, my uncles, Butch, Rick, and Bobby, loved to pick at me , but not as much as Aunt Shirley. She is 9 1/2 years older than me. Uncle Bobby was the baby of nine children. Oh...back to my story. I got this guitar and on Christmas day, he was picking on me something fierce. I did the "EL KABONG" upside his head and shattered my brand new guitar to pieces.

I miss him every day. I can't number the reasons why. Here are some:

1. Every time I see your children and your two beautiful grand babies.
2. When I flip the channels and catch  a pro wrestling match, I am sitting next to you on any given Monday night.
3. When the family gathers for any reason, you are with me.
4, I hear those words. "When are we going to get a card game together?" I want to call you first.
5. Every time I get pranked by one of his nieces or nephews, I say, "Uncle Bobby would be proud!"
6. Friday, when I sold all of my outdoor Christmas and Halloween at the garage sale, I muttered under my breath, "AMF". On top of that one of my uncle's favorites died that day. PIP Macho Man! Pile Drive in Peace.
7. Everyday in every way. Not a minute goes by without you by my side. I love you more!!!

I never did learn to play the guitar. Sorry, Mom and Dad. I love you more!!!