Friday, October 18, 2024
I have so many memories of Bobby. The two of us were often alone chatting over tea and also had hours of fun when our families were together. We shared many laughs along with some serious moments. The day we met each other was magical and I would like to share this story.
We, the Jones family, moved from Vancouver to Toronto. A few days of unpacking did me in, and taking a break, I grabbed my bicycle and toured our new street, Mayvern Crescent in Richmond Hill. I saw a moving truck unloading at a house just doors away from us and noticed the car in the driveway with a licence plate from Nova Scotia. Instantly I felt it was meant to be that I ring this bell and mention that we also just relocated - from the West Coast. Bobby answered the door and a half hour later we were still talking. We each had two daughters about the same age and they were mutually enrolled at the local Catholic elementary school. That magic happened in April 1980, forty-four years ago.
I last saw my dear friend Bobby four months ago, in June, at Tonya's home. She was amazingly physically strong, stoic and very interesting to listen to with her outlook on life. I loved hearing how her days rolled out with all the action at Tonya's with working parents, busy children and her medical schedule. What an inspiration Bobby always was with her energy, her smile and her devotion to her husband, daughters siblings and their families and also to her faith. I learned much watching her glide through the many decades that we called each other friends. I dearly love her and will always miss her in my life. I see her joy and hear her voice which will never leave my heart and soul.