In Loving Memory of
Brian "Bubby" Robertson
Passed Away In 1995

My Very Dear Friend...

We had been friends since we were kids. He was a very sensitive and loving person. He was a year younger than me and once he reached middle school, I took him "under my wing" and told all my friends he was my "baby brother." That's when I started calling him "Bubby." A few years had passed and Bubby and his family moved to Japan for his father's job.
Two years later, Bubby and his family came back to the States for a visit. Bubby was no longer "baby looking." He was tall and handsome, and when I saw him, he picked me up and twirled me around.
For the weeks that he was "home" we were inseperable. We spent time with friends, went to amusement parks, drive-in movies, you name it, we did all we could with such little time.
Our time apart made us realize something...we realized we were in love with each other. Knowing that he had to return to Japan, we promised each other we would keep in touch and we would be together again.
When I, and a group of friends, saw Bubby off at the airport, I kept looking down so he wouldn't see me crying (hard). He was saying his "goodbyes" and when he got to me, I looked up and he was crying just as hard as I was. Every time he made his way to the gate, he kept coming back to me, giving me kisses and holding on to me so tight.
Little did I know, that would be the last time I would ever see Bubby. We corresponded for as long as we could, being teen-agers, worlds apart with busy social lives.
I did manage to track his family down four years later and got a number to contact him in South Carolina. I called him and he was so glad to hear from me. Unfortunately, our jobs prevented us from being able to make a trip out to see each other. I kept thinking to myself, "oh, we'll hook up again SOME DAY." Bubby told me he was moving again and as soon as he got settled, he would call me.
Well, I don't know how I managed to lose track of him so easily. Five more years had passed and I thought of him from time-to-time. I assumed that he was still living in South Carolina, and I would go on another "search" for him. To put it more simply, I took my relationship with Bubby for granted.

Just a few days ago, I found out my dear, sweet, loving Bubby died in 1995 due to a brain aneurysm. He was 22 years old.

Bubby, wherever you are, "I LOVE YOU." Please forgive me for taking your precious, precious life for granted.


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