He was one of my best friends when we were in high school in California. I was a transplant from Minnesota and had a hard time fitting in to a school that was half of the population of my small town. Robert lived a few blocks from me and we became fast friends. He was so welcoming and we spent many days hanging out and listening to music. He taught me to drive a stick shift with his little beat up Volkswagen bug. I loved him like a brother.
We were able to get together a few years ago and catch up. I’m so grateful for that visit. I was glad to see him happy.
I love your story about Robert.
He was one of my best friends when we were in high school in California. I was a transplant from Minnesota and had a hard time fitting in to a school that was half of the population of my small town. Robert lived a few blocks from me and we became fast friends. He was so welcoming and we spent many days hanging out and listening to music. He taught me to drive a stick shift with his little beat up Volkswagen bug. I loved him like a brother.
We were able to get together a few years ago and catch up. I’m so grateful for that visit. I was glad to see him happy.
Rip to the sweetest soul Robert ❤️❤️❤️
Beautifully written. I’m sorry about your friend.
Thank you, thia.
I'm very sorry for your loss, Elizabeth
Thank you, Michael.