Will miss you Rob
your songs were my morning mantra.
when you sang, you sang.
you didn’t need an audience
or a judge to decide you had that fake factor.
You taught me to be oneself.
I’ve seen you in your youth as you wooed your mate
and then a meticulous nest you made.
and taught your children to soar above the fear of flying.
Now as you lay here on your humbling earthly bed, stiff and still
I stand frozen with crumbs in my hand, a tear drop rolling down to mingle with snow.
I meditate on mortality.