Bobby, my memories of you are nothing but fun, laughter, and Charlie's Hot Dogs in upstate Troy, New York. It was past closing time when you, me, and Mary arrived after hours of "touring" the local pubs drinking and dancing. You were so insistent that I try one of Charlie's famous hot dogs, and even though it was past closing time, you knocked or somewhat banged on the door until the owner came out. Because like most in that area, he knew you, so Charlie let us in. We had a ball, continuing to reminisce while hoping all the hot dogs we were eating would sop up some of the alcohol we had consumed, and we would awake the next morning hangover free! Well, that didn't work so well for me. I believe I still have residual effects from that hangover, but our time together that night was well worth it! I can go on with more stories of childhood memories of you, such as "Santa" with the potty mouth, calling Kathy & myself every Christmas Eve to ask what we wanted for Christmas, along with the "Ho Ho Ho's!"
Rest in Peace, dear cousin and Godfather. I will see you someday in eternity.
Love and God Bless,
Your first of many Godchildren,
Beth