Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Today has been really weird. I was feeling unmotivated and lacking energy. My phone beeped because of a text message.
"Did you hear about Rob? OMG, his poor kids"
I say to myself, what in the world. Rob runs, he takes care of himself, eats right and looks pretty darn good. It must have been an accident.
Texting back. "No, I haven't heard what happened?"
Return text: "He passed away last night. Massive heart attack"
My first thoughts are I have to tell the kids, though they probably already know between facebook and texting nothing stays quiet for long.
Rob's son is friends with my oldest boy. They graduated high school together. Played football, basketball and baseball together. In a school where there are only 25 kids in the class they are all close. Jack is 19.
Rob's daughters are friends with all of my girls. They are on the same cheer team, play softball. They are graduating this year, so looking forward to starting this new chapter in their lives. Madelyn and Morgan are 17.
Rob's ex wife coaches the cheer squad. They had moved past the hurt and anger that a divorce causes and were well on their way to being friends again. She had just remarried and Rob walked her down the aisle.
Rob is my friend. We flirt, argue, talk about the kids. We have shared a bleacher more times than I can count. He made me laugh at life, the trouble our kids got in and my pathetic dating life.
Rob's death reminds me that we are only here for a short time. Rob was 41. I had already made the decision to get healthy and fit. I want to watch my kids graduate high school, college and excel in their life. I want to hold my grandkids and spoil them rotten. If by god's will, I can't do these things, I want there to be no regrets in my life. Fewer I should haves and more I haves. That is what I choose to do to remember Rob's life.
Rob had it "all". Money, a large family, loving girlfriend (they hadn't gotten married because there was lots of time and he wanted to focus on the kids.), friends and in the blink of an eye he was taken away.
Many prayers of peace and comfort to Dena, Jackson, Madelyn and Morgan. I love you guys.