Sunday, November 22, 2020
To my sister Della, I will miss you.
I miss your gift of story-telling. When Kevin and I were young, you would come over to babysit us while mom was working. Of course we always wanted ghost stories which always terrified us. When you started to leave, Kevin and I would throw ourselves at your legs, begging you not to leave. You loved to terrify us.
I miss you being the font of information about the happenings in Pictou. Before your accident, I would always get the deaths, births and marriages of the people that I know.
I will miss your love of Christmas. I could always count on you to have your Christmas Tree up as soon as Remembrance Day passed much to the consternation of Allie.
I will miss your love of reading trashy romance novels. Your eyes would light up with delight every time that I would take you a bag of books from my mom-in-law.
I miss your garlic spare ribs at Lobster Carnival time. The smell of garlic would hit you like a sledge hammer whenever you entered your house but they were super delicious.
There are so many things I am going to miss but most of all, I will miss you
Love Rob
