And what he meant to me.
My most unforgettable character. And such a different loss than that of a relative, or parent... this was my first FRIEND that I lost. And lost suddenly with no warning. One day we were laughing hysterically on the phone and 48 hours later he was gone.
This man was the most unusual person... a hardened, ascary, mean, nasty outlaw biker. With the biggest, warmest most loving heart I've ever met. I always knew where I stood with him. There was no option of bullshit. It was truth always... One of the few people in this world that I could stand up to and tell him that he was dead wrong... and we could fight like cats and dogs - then make up and be just fine.
I don't really have anyone in my life anymore that I can do that with. I miss doing that. It was very .. releasing.
I miss his phone calls.. I miss him calling me Schweetie. I miss knowing that he'd kill for me. I miss his voice and his hugs and his smell. He smelled of laundry soap and cooking.
Oh how he loved to cook!! He used to bring a big bag of groceries over just to cook us a meal... and it ROCKED.
He was Sicilian... and he knew how to cook like a pro. He introduced me to all kinds of cool foods. And cheap red wine...
He loved that I scrapbooked. He loved that I was online with it. And he loved that he was an honorary Threadkiller. He used to drag a kitchen chair into the spare room while I typed at the computer... and watch what I wrote...
"You Threadkillin' babe?"
Yes Chip... I'm threadkilling...
"That's good. You show 'em"
Neither Bob nor I will ever get over losing him.. EVER. I miss him every day of my life.
DILLIGAF my friend... DILLIGAF.