My Uncle Robert, an compassionate guy, I don't know why you had to die. All we have left of you is your little boy, He smiles at us and brings us joy. Even though we had our little fights, Over silly things like phone lines and wiring lights, I never wanted to be a pest, I needed your skills, cause you're the best. I'm glad those times, were only a few, It was hard for me to argue with you, But that's just me, as you are you, And in the end you always came through. This is Vandalia where you are from, We all are here with your Dad and Mom, Our hearts are broken, as you know, We really can't bear to let you go. Sometimes you were so crazy and tooney Especially with the friends who call you booby I know that everyone here will agree with me, That the Original Vandalia Crew is the best there could ever be. We wish so much that you were here, Or just down in the inlet havin' a beer. It's happy thoughts that will get us through, Like all the fun we shared with you. And now my poem will come to an end, Until the day we meet again, I pray that you are now at peace. Goodbye Uncle Robert With Love From Courtney.

Love always ~*Your Famliy and Friends*~

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