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.