My first love, my best friend, the most genuine and amazing person I have ever
known, died on September 24, 2003 of an overdose of OxyContin, among other
things. Robert or Bobby, lived in Somerville, Massachusetts.
He was 21 years old when he died. Bobby had the bluest eyes you'd ever see,
and the type of laugh that was contagious no matter what kind of mood you were
in. He was kind-hearted to a fault, and loved life because life was a party
meant to be enjoyed. He was a talented artist, an amazing friend, a loving son
and brother. None of us- especally me- will ever be the same without him
here. Bobby, I miss you every second of every day. "I'd rather laugh with the
sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun. You know that
only the good die young." I love you, baby.
I�d rather not have an angel everywhere I go
And if you�re watching over me, I�d rather just not know
I�d rather not have a million shoulders there to dry my tears
And all the friends from long ago, I�d prefer that they not care
I�d rather not remember every second from our past
And I�d much rather stress about doing well in class
I�d rather be concerned about the winner of game seven
than whether there�s a smoking section for you up in heaven
I�d rather not know at all if you�re learning how to fly
And I�d rather not have had to tell my other half goodbye
I�d rather be up at 3am because I�m totally shattered
Than crying here because I lost everything that mattered
I�d rather see you Saturday and drink a beer or two
Than know that every time I�m out, I�m drinking one for you
I�d rather see her & say Its been so long, I�ve missed her
Than tell her even though you�re gone, I�ll still be her big sister
I�d rather go to the cemetery to party like old days
Than be there in the daylight, sober, and have to behave
I�d rather go to Matignon games and ignore everyone we hated
Than hear a million times, �I�m sorry- I remember how long you dated�
I�d rather not turn twenty if you�re not here to sign the card
And I don�t want another tattoo without squeezing your hand too hard
I�d rather not have an angel cuz I was doing fine before
And if you could just come back to me, I think I�d like that more
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