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Bye, Bye, Bobby

May 23, 2009
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A sweet man and a friend of my family died this week. I found out about it at dinner time on Thursday night. I probably shouldn’t have gone to karaoke after that. I definitely shouldn’t have had several of the conversations I had that night.

But I did what I do. I had a bit of an initial reaction and then I shut it out.

But now, it’s starting to sink in that he’s gone. I’ve been missing him for a while now because he wasn’t able to come to the restaurant anymore, and I knew he was going to die, but I just kept hoping we would all get to have Bob for a few more years. And now, well, it’s just sort of surreal to think that he’s gone.

When I think about it I almost cry and then push it out of my head.

I wonder if I’ll be able to go to the funeral. He was sort of a public figure so I’m sure a lot of people will want to pay their respects. I’ve been thinking about some of the funny stories I used to tell people about Bob and they don’t really make me happy anymore.

My sister and I both worked for him at the Colonial House. She practically lived at that place in the summer time. My family would go there every Friday night for ribs for a while. And once, because I needed the money Bob gave me a job bussing tables over Christmas break.

The first night I worked there he cornered me in the kitchen and I thought he was going to scold me for something.

“Hey there Crystal, how are you doing tonight?”

“Fine, I mean I haven’t broken anything yet.” He didn’t smile at my joke. That’s when I thought I was really in trouble.

“So, Crystal…what do you think of that Miss Misdemanor Elliot?”

I don’t know what I said next – but I’m sure I stammered a bit. In fact I don’t know what he said next because he was still playing it straight-faced and serious. It took me so long to realize he was teasing me.

He was a great guy and he always made me feel good – every time I got to see him. I miss him. I think I had better go cry about it.

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