bobby and i may not have always gotten along but we were still brothers, though we havnt spent much time together in the past few years i can distinctly remember our wrestling matches as kids, our shared tatste in music, i remember on time he even let me drive his old dodge (i ended up wrecking it but not badly) and then he had to try and think of an excuse to tell mom, we never talked to much but in many ways bobby and i were very alike, we both struggled in many of the same ways, and we both loved in many more, the only big difference is that he was a clean freak and i wasnt. bobby was a good man, admired by some, respected by many, and loved by many more. i admired my brother, as a kid i always talked about when id get big like bobby, hard to belive i finally outgrew him, heck he even wore alot of my hand-me-downs. bobby was my hero as a kid. he picked me up from elementery school once, just once but i would brag about it to the other kids for years to come because i thought my brother was the coolest person in the world. i loved my brother, and deep down i know ill never truly recover from this loss, but even deeper down than that i know that ill keep trying because i want to make my big brother proud.